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| Another evening wasted doing very little indeed. I've been pretty tired lately, there's a lot of jobs in at work so getting home just leaves me quite shattered, even though my job only involves pushing an electronic pen around for the day. Holidays are less than a week away now and I can't fucking wait, lots of sleeping and lazing, reading and eating. And also some more exercise. It's a canny posh hotel so their facilities should be good. I'm still pissing on with this fucking electricity job, bored fucking rigid of it now. And it looks like they'll want another one doing in october to promote some semi finals or other. It will be a short deadline job as they'll have to shoot the appropriate players for the teams involved beforehand. Hopefully it wont be as much of a cunty job as it will be in the week of my borthday. Not that I'm really fucked about birthdays at all, I normally just go for a couple of drinks with 2 people, but still, it'll be my birthday, don't want to be working late. I feel tired. There was a man jogging about outside churchill insurance in Bromley, he had incredibly small partridge style shorts on. Fuck knows why he was exercising there, near the main doors off a bromley high street full of scowling commuters and office workers. Maybe he just wanted a pose, but he looked a reet nipple in his tiny 80's shorts. A man at the gym was wearing tiny shorts the other day, it's only 7 or 8 quid for a new, and longer pair. urgh. There was a massive spider in the bathroom today. He had long legs so was less creepy but he also had a pretty fat body, upping the sinister value. I got half dressed and escorted him outside with the assistance of a mug and some paper. The lift smelled of pasties, cheese and onion was my guess. Wandered up the street for dinner from pret. Fancied their cream cheese and roasted peppers baguette. With rocket. I find rocket a bit rubbish though, I wouldn't pick it out but I don't find it that appealing, tough wee leaves that have a tendency to overpower other stuff. there was an old woman eating a seafood pizza on the pavement outside of the Italian. It didn't looked fully cooked. There is a fast food van that has suddenly appeared next to TKMaxx. It looked shit. Was called 'The Tram Stop', which doesn't really work in Bromley as the tram network doesnt come h ere, maybe they've been ousted from their Croydon patch or something. Decided to pop into Schoon (what a shit name) to pick up some nice shoes in the sale for my holiday. It was full of old people being timewasting pains, asking for some back information leaflet they got in a shoe box once. And another couple just came in and sat straight down, then described the shoe he wanted so she went off and browsed the shelves and came back with likely candidates. Why the lazy fuckers couldn't just look at the shelves themselves, I have no idea. Tried on a pair of light-coloured slip ons, I can't wear slip ons, I look like a tit. So I tried on some soft lighter shoes with laces and they were grand. So I bought them, she was constantly apologetic about the wait but I was full of smiles and 'don't worry about it's, not her fault she has a shop full of demanding old people. Didn't try to sell me the protector stuff either...good work. A caterpillar had wondered into the shop, it was very large and odd looking. Got my sandwich and as I came out again the girl was taking the caterpillar outside on a piece of paper. But onto the main street facing certain death. She dropped it just near the entrance and kicked it away with her shoe, no doubt killing it. Just walk round the corner and pop it on a tree. rather pathetically made me a little sad, seeing it just being swept aside with a shoe. Back to work and fucking Daz is still harping on about the colour of the fucking grass on these shots. I accidentally cut him off when he phoned, he'd yammered on for ages them I was expecting it to end as we were winding down to the 'ok bye' but then he started being all jokey and carrying on, but too late, I was committed to the 'goodbye' and had to follow it through and put the phone down. | ||
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