I opted against the trip in to town on Friday, found out some people I used to know from Croydon were going as well and I couldn't be doing with that. Got in a lift with an older woman who absolutely fucking reeked of perfume. Does the perfume usage go up with age with women? I could still taste the perfume in the back of my throat for around 10 minutes. So just went home and picked up an M&S pizza before having a couple of pints in the pub then tootled off home. I was feeling a little down since getting one of my regular Friday newsletters (b3ta) which featured a photo from Flickr of a homeless heroin user. It was so horrendous, his arms were just open wounds, he was trying to jab a needle somewhere in to the wound. Such a depressing image, the despair of it all. I won't bother linking to it as I doubt you want to see it. There was an argument on the bus on the way home. Group of kids (about 14 years old) one lad who had his younger sister there and a couple of other lads. From what I could gather the girl was insisting one of the other lads had called her a slag the other day. He was adamant it wasn't him but brother wasn't having any of it. Screaming and shouting at him, other lad just apologising and insisting it wasn't him, he then comically got on to how he could break his bones if he wanted to and he knew people who could get people killed, he's proper serious etc. It was just fucking stupid really 'I aint afraid to die' and all this fucking bluster. Then they got off, at an area that could hardly be called rough in any way, with his fucking tit head swagger. Give it a few years and he'll be swaggering in the ridiculous exaggerated way around some cunty town centre.
Needed a hair cut on saturday morning. I was going to walk round to my preferred one but it was an extra 5 minutes walk so I just went to the one near the station. The older fella in there is grand, and a blond woman at the end is also good. But then there's the really fucking annoying skinny woman in the middle. One man in front of me so I was interested to see how the 3 people in the chair were progressing. They all seemed to be roughly even. Woman in the middle is fucking gassing on and on to everyone else, making shit jokes but not cutting hair while she did all this. I'm hoping for the bloke out of the three, blond woman at the end seems to be lagging a bit. All I can hope is that the skinny middle one will shut her trap and finish first. She doesn't, bloke finishes first. I'm next. Due to the middle woman gassing blond haired woman has caught up a little. All I can hope for is the blond woman finishing first. I give thought to just leaving. It would be an odd thing to do, especially considering I'd already waited about 15 minutes. How bad can it be though? come on, even if you do get incredibly annoying woman you should only be there for about 15 minutes, not too bad. And so it turns out, I get annoying woman in the middle, my last hope was she might have a break due or something (the blond woman was just finishing up) but no, in I go. Number one high up the back and sides and number four on top please. She starts off not too bad, just wading in with the clippers while being mercifully silent. Then she starts yammering away to me about the bloke who's hair she had cut before me as all the staff seemed to know everyone who came in there and their family. I'm really not fucking interested but she tells me anyway. But instead of cutting while yakking, she just totally stops cutting and holds a conversation while looking at you in the mirror. Having to nod and fake laugh is fucking tedious. She's the type of person who when they have one tedious anecdote they sill keep repeating it again and a fucking gain. This bloke has a house in the Caribbean and says you can rent it if you want, then he tells her the price and it's rather expensive so she backs down. That's the anecdote, that's it. Not fucking funny in the slightest or even vaguely interesting. But, just in case I haven't got it, she runs through it all again. Ho ho ho, how fucking funny, pretend chuckles abound. I just wanted to say 'aye, grand, any chance you could just get back to cutting my fucking hair?' Then she starts gassing to the other staff, you can tell they aren't fucking interested either and their fake laughs are even more obviously false than mine. But just totally downs tools while yammering on. So I'm sat in the chair for a quite ridiculous amount of time. the hair cut was fairly poor. I couldn't even hand my money over without a conversation about some kids program they are bringing back, she was stuck on the name of someone and I pretending to be racking my brain when I was just waiting for the 8 pound to ping up on the till so I could hand my tenner over. I hand it over and can't be arsed to stand there and continue to pretend to think of a kids tv presenters name, so I just walked off and couldn't help but give and exasperated 'fucking heeelllllllllllllll' as I walked out the door. It was probably heard but I won't be going back, at least not while she is working there. Those extra 5 minutes walk would have been well spent, I would have actually got home sooner, had a better haircut done with minimal fucking chat to boot.
Did a shop in Sainsbury's with my flatmate as the missus was away this weekend. Was unused to walking round with someone who dawdles a bit, I like to do a lightning raid and in and out as soon as possible. We must have looked like a reet couple of homs like as we paid for shopping together to save hassle. Especially when I was buying a big load of baby talk, some exfoliating soap and white wine. Plus cat food, but that's for the cat shelter donations bin in the shop. Two people at work are running through the whole of the fucking plot and everything of the new bond film. I was kinda wanting to watch it without knowing every detail first, personally.
After some nice scrambled eggs with chilli flakes on toast, I headed up town to do some much needed book shopping. Finished 'Vengeance', good read. A milk float was trying to get over the speedbumps on my road, must be a milk mans nightmare. The train smelled of a hospital cleaned toilet. Walked up to waterstones at Piccadilly , they had a giant crane outside the building next door, one of those truck ones. It was fucking huge, the truck and the length of the crane, the had shut 2 lanes to get this thing going. Very cool. Was lifting out some temporary metal staircase which was very big. Didn't like it hovering around where I was standing so made my way in to waterstones as soon as. Picked up various books, some of which are fucking massive. Even the girl said 'that should keep you going for a while'. Hopefully it will.
I did fuck all yesterday. Went for a pint later on on my tod. Fascinating watching the pub and peoples relationships in action in a pub. I could do a whole blog entry on the situations that were unfolding, but I'll resist from that. I'm just amazed that everyone fucking knows everyone in there. Staff, owner and all the punters (hate that word). I don't get how you can come to know bar staff or regulars in your local pub. They will know my drink but they don't know my fucking name or anything. I've been going in there 2 and a half years and know peoples faces but would never know them as people. Glad of it too, much prefer to do without talking to people. |
