Today isn't going well. My clouds aren't looking great but I suppose it's only a shitty publishing job so I just need to plough through it. I have also got the tedious job of CMYKing the electricity images (CMYK is the format used for printing, and a lot of colours can't go across to CMYK so you have to fanny on for ages to get it looking roughly the same as the original version. Tedious).
I decided on a wander up the street as I wanted one of these smock type tops I'd seen in the French Connection sale. But the sale has ended and they have a new autmn version that is pretty much the same but is full price. Fuck that.
Noticed on my way through that The Glades (Bromleys vile shopping hovel) is running a 'shop idol' competition, the assistant manager in The Link is in the final, they have a poster encouraging people to vote. Fucking hell, words left me when I saw that. Thought I'd possibly cheer myself up with a book so slipped into Ottakers. Couldn't see anything grabbing me straight away but noticed the 'popular science' section is fucking crammed with 'science of' books, science of star trek, science of doctor who and even the science of james fucking bond. Jesus wept, who reads this shit? Who? Because I feel like I'd like to slap them. Cretins. Saw a book called 'Bromley - A history and celebration', that sounds like a page turner if ever there was one. Trawl through the pages and trace Bromleys decent into the shitpit it is today all for only 15 fucking quid or something.
Popped into Pret as it was nearest and this weeks veggie special? Fucking cheddar, but with olives in. Can't you do ONE non cheese sandwich? I couldn't face the rustic cream cheese baguette (it makes me retch to think of scooping excess cream cheese out of my mouth with a napkin. *heaves*) so I opt for the terminally dull brie and tomatoe. It was almost a chore to eat the thing, especially with the overpowering basil leaves in it, i take most of them out but even the remaining ones are too strong. I think basil is quite shit.
Trundled down the hill and got herded into the little gap left by the pavement works having to walk at a desperately slow pace behind the assorted prams and old people. I can't stand walking slowly, I like to walk with purpose. The survey people are camped right outside of work again but I already have my phone ready to deflect them elsewhere.
Oh, I popped the one reasonableish photo from Madeira into my photos, if you really are bored enough to look. I don't know why but take a photo of me and it isn't me, I look in the mirror, that's me, I look at a photo and I just think 'urgh, not me'.
I really can't face painting these fucking clouds all afternoon, can't I just hide in here for the rest of the day?
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