Bloated after another large tub of fried rice. the girl at the checkout asked me something which I didn't hear so just opted to say 'yes' to. More prunes.
Been meditating a reasonable amount over the weekend, been really ace, I can feel the effect during the rest of the day too.
Agreed to go to a gig with someone from the board, he had a spare ticket so on Friday I shall be meeting up with Duff from the board. He's always been one of my favourite posters so it will be interesting to meet him in the flesh. I explained I would be nervous and rubbish, as I always am when meeting people I don't really know, and he's assured me he is the same so it should make for an interesting couple of pints before hand. Barbican - bit of an arsehole for me to get to and from (mainly because it involves changing tube once) but I should have plenty time to catch the last train. Don't know if the barbican will be all seating like, much prefer standing at gigs. I was under the impression it was at the royal festival hall, which is a piece of piss for the train. Last time I was there was to see Sigur Ros a few years ago with a friend. The support act consisted of a man screaming about losing his mind and all that, with naked men painted silver at the front of the stage. I'd eaten some hash in the grotty pub under the arches beforehand (I forgot my little pipe) and it was just kicking in when they were on. Little bit much that was.
Galaxy is going ok-ish, needs a lot more work but I only have until the end of the day. Which is shit.
The guy who sits next to me isn't in so I have a lovely dinnertime that is without all the scraping of cheese, stink of tuna and horrid eating. Smashing.
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