A beer or two after work. popped into my local for a couple but unfortunately there some pissed up cunts in there who although they seemed to be having agreat laugh, felt the need to communicate by the means of shouting. The pub had about 8 other people in, it wasn't like it was necessary. Just lost the volume control through beer a long time previous I think. But all of them pissed up in the pub at about 6:30? A little excessive. So went next door to O'Neills. They recently had a refurb and they have actually done a decent job as it was quite the hole previously. Good beer selection so that was nice. the chunky barmaid wittered on to me about Budvar when I got a pint of it, it was her favourite beer yadda yadda yadda. She was nice though. There was a mad fella outside on the other side of the road taking a tissue out of his pocket and ripping it up while discussing something to himself. He picked it up again out of the road and continued to tear it up before sort of slumping in a doorway for a bit. He wasn't homeless by the look of him but definitely mad. Felt quite a pang of sadness at the sight. I turned round for a minute and when I looked back he had gone. Wonder what the significance of the tissue was?
Have my french friend visiting on thursday through to monday, instead of doing the usual london stuff I'm going to take her out down the coast and into the countryside of the south coast. and yes, I shall be going to Beachy Head again, one of my favourite places. I shall take lots of photos this time
My lead is off up town so he's full of that at the minute. ooooo, they have a fucking pool table? big fucking deal, I've worked at many a games company that had pool tables and arcades and 'chill out' rooms, didn't stop them being cunty establishments. I'm actually looking forward to him going, had a chat with my producer and it all seems good. He's worked 12 years here and nowhere else in his working career, he needs a change.
There was someone listening to loud music on their headphones on the bus, felt bad when I turned round to deliver a black look and it was a wee downs syndrome lad. Still, I suppose that's no excuse for listening to your shit music at a volume that can be heard at the other end of the bus.
Oh yes, and I had a dream where I was walking down a steep slope with windows built into it each with a cat inside, they all came out as I walked past and I gave them all a stroke on my climb down. lovely
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