Went up to town to view our new offices yesterday afternoon. Going to be on shaftsbury avenue, it looked a nice place and being in town will be good. In some ways I'll miss Bromley though, the place is shite but has it's own charm in a certain way. Walking up the street today looking at the quite pathetic attempt at christmas lights hanging from the lamposts made me chuckle a little. The grotty sausage shop, the run down gregg's, land of leather and the shut down sandwich shop...I will miss em. We all went for a pint at a small pub nearby, next to the theatre that is showing monty python. I didn't mind it really, quite a small place but pleasant enough atmosphere, got a fair few tourists in though. The toilets were quite tiny, on one of my couple of visits there I noticed amusing graffiti. Scratched above the urinals was the great piece 'Bromley F.C. shit on Dulwich'. Ahh, good old Bromley. Also someone had written 'MILWALL' to which some witty bloke had added 'are gays' underneath. When I lived in leamington spa, on the way to the station I enjoyed some of the graffiti, 'WATCH IT TORY' in big letters, 'yeah yeah, it's not fair' in rather big letters and 'willies' written on the underpass wall.
A mad turkish type drunk fella was yammering away to me in the tiny toilets, I couldn't pick out much but I did hear 'some you win, some you lose' and the fact he was going to be in trouble with the wife so sex was off the menu. He was still trying to talk to me as I accelerated down the stairs post piss. Had a good laugh in the pub. Time comes for me to head home so test drive the journey. Walk down to charing cross but it appears I've just missed a train, it isn't long before one appears on the board again so I get to sit on a nice warm carriage until it departs. Futile attempting to read anything after a few pints so may as well just sit and watch everything that passes. A man gets on and sits opposite me, he bears a startling resemblance to pea-headed snooker player Graeme Dott. Woman on her mobile brays on to some work colleague the whole journey back. Suited bloke checking his Blackberry, come on, who will have emailed you at half nine eh? Make it back to New Beckenham and have the walk back from there. Past the old peoples home on the corner, the smell wafting out from it on to the street. That same smell, disinfectant, piss and cheap gravy. Walking in to work this morning was lovely, breath in the air, the sun beaming and the cold air in the lungs. Lovely. Stare at the reflection of the sun on the window next to me on the bus. Like to remind myself I'm looking at a massive object that is millions upon millions of miles away, making the day look as it does.
getting a little nervous about meeting Duff for this gig tonight, I'm sure my social spasticity won't let me down.
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