I was disappointed in myself as I backed out of going to the medititation class. I just got a bit scared right at the last minute, I had a recheck of the website and it mentioned a 'discussion', which isn't what I want at all, I just wanted someone to instruct me how to meditate more effectively. But, that's a pretty weak, I backed out because I suppose I'm becoming more and more of a social phobic, which is a little pathetic. So I stood waiting for the bus at 7 while all the commuters departed from the london train and made their way up the street, mingling with general Bromley scum. A woman walked past with a child in a pram while talking to her friend "...and I was wrecked out of my face when anne says 'I'll ave her'" was the snippet of conversation I caught as she walked past. a young couple and their friend walked past, he was wanting a nice meal, he wanted a steak and make that horrid lip smacking noise. The bus eventually showed but the oyster reader was fucked so I had the one highlight of a free bus journey. I just gawped out of the window for the journey back, a smile crossing my face when I notice a group of speed walkers out for their evening 'walk'. It was almost sketch show esque seeing them trying to stop and go across busy roads. The bus rumbled back into beckenham and to console myself with my abject social failure, I decide on a more primitive form of meditiation - a pint on my own. There was a mad woman telling the binman that he looked like gus from eastenders in very vocal fashion. He didn't look like him, he just happened to be balck and a binman, he seemed rather bemused by it all. I secured a nice seat and just sat with my beer as the place buzzed around me. It gradually got busier and busier as the kick off for the champions league matches approached. I sat looking round at all the different people and their different social groups. A couple of lads took the two free seats on my table, one was a freakish little child man thing with no neck and wearing a gillingham shirt, while the other fella was relatively normal. He had a packet of salt and vinegar McCoys and sucked all his fingers after every fucking crisp. I noticed a lad who I had seen in La Rascasse a few months earlier who just seemed to be the most despicable little twat I've ever seen. They were having an after works drink and they had to either be recruitment agents or estate agents as they were total cunts and I was privvy to their vile conversation. This horrid lad was desperately trying to lick the hoop of his boss and was buying him bottles of pink champagne. He was dressed down in patricks last night but I still remembered who he was. I eventually had myself three pints and it was reasonably pleasant. I had to brave the rain for my walk home as it was tipping down. I accepted my fate of getting terribly wet and stood looking over the train bridge watching a trains red lights fade off into the distance as water droplets hung off my eyelashes. the trees offered little protection as they are shedding their leaf coverings at quite a rate. Made a sausage sandwich, checked the score, then went to bed. Had a dream where I was at the top of a huge radio 1 tower at a music festival, the tower suddenly started bending all the way to the ground but it was all set up. They explained to me the problems I had caused by screaming that the bloke who set this up was a 'fucking cunt' and it had gone out on air.
The electricity job came back AGAIN yesterday, apparently there were some invisible lines which I had to try and get rd of in channels even though it will NEVER be seen in print. I was greeted by another mail from him this morning complaining still that there was a joining line, which I could not see. and neither could my boss. So my boss phoned him and he said they'd done a print and they couldn't see anything and he just 'had a bad day yesterday'. Wow, thanks you fucking tosser for taking your bad mood out on me putting me behind schedule on more important jobs.
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