Area 136

Standing outside Mollys having a smoke and trying to look sexy mean and moody (Stop fucking laughing! I can try can’t I?) A woman came up and asked me directions to someplace.

I faffed around for a bit because I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I knew where she wanted to go, but the information would not come to the forefront of my noggin.

So I made apologetic noises and she went off on her way.

And then it happened. After she was out of site…BINGO! I knew EXACTLY where she wanted to go and how to get there from where I was standing. Sodding typical. I knew I knew where the place she was talking about was, and when my brain un clenched it all fell into place. I bloody should have known where it was, there is a great Chinese restaurant there called “The Hare and Tortoise”.

The thing is that I started to feel guilty about not giving her this information when she asked, as she was obviously anxious to get there.

Oh well, can’t help everybody can you.

There are not many people here at Weird Inc today, due mainly to the time of year one would imagine.

And a few of those that are in have got a kid with them! Oh for fucks sake people!

If you can’t get childcare take annual leave and look after your kids at home please.

Thankfully when I say kids they are not actually babies but 8 to 12 year olds and there are only about three of them about, and as this is a big floor they are not actually “in my face” and they better bloody well not be either.

Why do people think it is a good idea to bring them in here? What are they doing – giving them a taste of the mind crushing tedium that will be there lot in adult life if they are lucky enough to find a job?

Are they trying to make them understand why mummy/daddy is on pills/booze/aroma therapy or is such a miserable exhausted shell when they come home at the end of a day of work?

Maybe.

I honestly don’t care – I am just trying to find things to write about to stop myself being bored.

Just back from a quick ciggie break/trip into the soon to be gone Zavi CD store. While I did the high speed browsing thing I noticed what was being played over the in store PA system.

A song from the genre they laughingly call “R&B” but should really be called “Urban” in which the chorus was

“You’re so gay, but you don’t even like boys.
But you don’t even like,
But you don’t even like,
But you don’t even like Boys”

Eh?

Can she sing that?

Should there not be various legions of people complaining about it from every possible angle?

I want to complain about the lack of complaining.

Although there is nothing to do.

Yep, I struggled in this morning for no bloody reason other than saving my annual leave up and the trip that takes about an hour took over two, due to someone dying under a train at Stratford.

So I had to get creative and come in via a very odd route.

But at least I am here and can spend the day catching up on blogs and such.

Didn't have much inclination to blog over the holiday period as I was stuffed with food and booze and not feeling very talkative.

And one of my favourite bloggers has deleted their blog and profile. Which is a real pisser. Come back soon Run-don't-Walk/meno.
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I suppose it is the time of year for that sort of thing.

Anyway, time for coffee.