Area 136

I want to go outside and smoke my last Ziganov black cigarette and look moody.

Because they is yum!

so

I think I will.

I read a letter in the metro this morning form a chap who was talking about Jack Nicholson. He said that in his opinion the reason Jack is such a hit with the women is not because he is charming or famous or even a rich film star. He said it was because Jack always tells people what a terrible womaniser he is and how bad he is, and they love it. (mind you – he also said that he had adopted this tactic with women and he is now awash with offers)

So that would be the old good girls liking bad boys thing then?

Is this really true?

Do you women find yourself attracted to “Bad boys” or do you want the “Nice boys”? And why?

And Guys - do you want a “Good girl” or someone who is a bit more dangerous?

I am sure many people out there have fallen for the “wrong type” at some time, whether they were good or bad? Either someone that was too wild for you or someone who turned out to be too dull.

God I’m nosey today.

The "speaking text" function on landlines is a great source of amusment in general - I have set text orders for drinks from my bed to shipscooks landline phone in the mornings and he never ceases to be amused by the tonless flat female voice saying "I am thirsty dear boy. Send me a Bloody Hell Mary please" or something.

ahem.

But do it to someones phone in lolcat speak and it sounds even better

"I is in your spare bed I is. I is with thirst. It hurts us it does. Send boozes soon or we dies we does."

All in that flat expressionless voice.

Well it makes me laugh anyway.

Reading Shipscook yesterday talking about ticket re sales reminded me of something I heard on Planet Rock.

There is (or was) a website somewhere that was guaranteeing to sell you tickets to see Led Zep if they decide to tour again. You could log on and buy your right to a ticket to a gig or series of gigs that may not actually happen. Yep BUY the possibility of a ticket.

If anyone out there actually did this, please contact me.

I have some magic beans for sale and you could be just the sort of person I am looking for.

Sounds dramatic, well it sounds better than “this morning the lights were out in the tube carriage” I think.

And they were, so when the train went into the tunnel and away from the lights of the platform you were plunged into blackness that seemed to suck at your eyes. Total black, as I stood there in close proximity to other blind people, rattling along the tunnels and swaying back and forth with the motion of the train.

Then there would be a bright glow somewhere as someone down the carriage adjusts an MP3 player or cracks open their mobile phone. Then someone near me did it and the blast of light was like a flare going off!

But at least it meant I was spared the sight of other passengers yawning and picking their noses and scratching at morning itchy parts of their anatomy for once.

Maybe all tube journeys should be made in the dark.