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| I had a wander up the street for my dinner, I was thinking of getting some more gym type clothing as I'm a bit restricted by only having the one set at the minute. The survey people were outside again, I was puzzled by this as the pavement works have mostly finished, but then I noticed one of the fellas leading his victim inside our building. Fucknuts, they have their office in here. I got nabbed for one once in Glasgow and had to sit in a room with a laptop answering questions comparing a still version of smirnoff ice for fellas to a bottle of becks. Walked past a man ravenously tearing at a vile piece of carcass from KFC. The thought of KFC makes me feel ill, I had one when sober once, I binned it after a couple of bites as it was fucking disgusting. Yet it somehow mutated into the most gorgeous foodstuff available when pissed a few years ago. I hated the KFC where the family dive into the bucket of deep-fried boney meaty fat mush. I used to have to turn over when it came on as it made me retch. There's two people signing outside of the Glades, quite interesting watching people communicate like that, it looks kind of cool. An angry looking man with spiked hair sits on a chair and sips orange juice while staring into the middle distance. There's a hint of BO in the air. The cobblers from the bottom is moving in to a large unit further up, is there really that much money in shoe repairs? And do they really need all that space? Surely there's a finite amount of shoe accessories that no one wants. Cobblers seemed to be a dying thing with so many cheap shoes available now that are easy to bin once fucked. There's a gang of photography agency people knocking about. No, I really don't want a photo taking of my knobbled mush, thanks all the same. Walking further up the smell changes to that disgusting, cloying, faux-bakery smell. No gym stuff available as the cheaper places have closed down. Specsavers resembles a set from THX 1138, all that bare white tiling and walls, must fuck your eyes glaring at white all day working in there. Pret is guff, nothing that I really fancy and they don't have any mozzarella and tomato croissants. Opt for the desperately dull and not particularly pleasant brie and tomato. There's two lady vicars eating a sandwich outside. I pass an incredibly toothy woman in an electric wheelchair on the way back. I walk all the way down the other side so I can cross at the last minute and skirt round the survey people. I was searching for some stripped trees on the photo reference site we use at work. I got hods of pictures of this naked blond lass cavorting about in trees. Now, I should think it would be a little bit unlikely that some business would think 'what we could really do with is a picture of a naked blond lass sitting in a tree'. I stumble on another series featuring a dark haired girl with an incredibly square arse | ||
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