My regular Monday night in was very pleasant. Did loads of reading and only turned the telly on to watch the first episode of the repeats of day of the triffids. I'd have to say it was still a little creepy, the triffids were obviously stupid and all that but it was still fairly well done. Went to bed stupidly early as reading always makes me tired.
Hospital today. Went outside work to wait for the bus. A couple got off a bus that stopped and were having an argument in sign language. Fascinating to watch an argument in sign language. A bus pulled up and I thought 'ah, the 358, where does that go again?' then I remembered 'that's the bus you want to catch you tit' so jumped on it just in time. I was panicking when it got to 40 minutes before my appointment when I knew fine well it would take 20 minutes at best to get up there. I'm such an obsessive about being early, it's quite pathetic really. The bus driver was one of the slowest I've ever seen, I don't think he got out of second gear for the whole journey. Man in his fifties in front with headphones in, headphones just look a bit wrong on older people don't they? I was still there 25 minutes early. Walking up towards the hospital I feel the sickening dread I always feel when coming to these places. Memories of having my girlfriend drive me through here in the middle of the night about a year ago as I had a terrible pain in my stomach that just wouldn't go away. Felt so faint in the car, just watching the oranage streetlights above me flick past. Upon arrival I got worse and worse and they took me into A&E. Then came the bright green vomit. I was so, so scared. I had a lovely male nurse looking after me. When he came back to check on me and saw how much pain I was in he just said 'right, that's it, I'm off to get the morphine'. The feeling of calm that descended with the morphine was perfect, suddenly I felt safe and cosy, and maybe I'd just drift off to sleep. Strolled through to the outpatient area. Hmmmm, doctors name isn't on the board. Hand my card over 'this appointment was actually for yesterday'. SHIT. What a fucking moron, I am still at a loss as to how I managed that, but sure enough, it was for yesterday, I tried to apologise as best I could before trudging out of the hospital again. Trying to cross the road is always a mare as it is the main road to the M25. I get half way across then see my return bus pulling in to the stop then pulling away. FUCKNUTS. There were some biddies who arrived at the bus stop after me but when the bus finally came, screw any notion of a queue, those fuckers were piling on before me. I just felt sick with myself the whole way back 'Idiot, idiot, idiot', especially as I wanted to get off the steroids today, have to wait another month for that now. I've written a groveling letter to him, apologising for my idiocy. Popped out for dinner through to waitrose, it's been rammed of late and today was no exception. Old man in front getting a couple of bits. four pound seven, gives her a tenner then goes searching for the seven. I don't think she's too bothered. out comes a stupid tiny little leather purse pouch which his shaking fingers struggle to navigate. Men and purses, that just isn't right is it? Change lives in pocket. even if you put your change in the zip up area of a wallet it is still demeaning. Always in the pocket. treated myself to some cheesy mash for later, it was reduced but the cashier failed to notice this. I didn't pick her up on it.
I'm trying to a search for Le Mans on Flickr. This one guy has loads of photos up there from le mans but at least half of them are just of random women who he has photographed, obviously without permission. And not just the fit ones either, seemingly just about any woman. Also had a photo of some promotions girls arses while they weren't facing him. It's an insight in to a slightly odd mind.
Still can't believe I did that today FUCKING NIPPLE |
