Area 136

"OK, fine. Whatever."

That is how I feel right now.

Probably because I am tired.

I think.

Maybe not.

Must not miss stop on train on way to house.

Walking down Oxford Street on my way back to the office I saw a man walking towards me. Actually there were bloody hundreds of people walking towards me and past me and around me – this is Oxford Street after all – but this guy caught my attention.

Why?

He was holding an A3 sized sheet of paper in front of him at chest height and printed on it in large bold letters was the legend:

“Everything is OK!”

Oh right, good. We can all stop worrying then.

Right, I am bored and it is aproximaterallyistically lunch time.

So I will go for a walk round the local environs just for something to do.

I did that yesterday and as often happens when I am aimlessly wandering my brain ran through all sorts of stuff in a random and free form manner, till it arrived somewhere and I ended up getting very angry.

Which led to a rather explosive post "over there"

Still. Today will be different because the streets are awash with bright sunlight and cold air.

But a good walk is always a good time to think. I should have spent more time walking and thinking, then maybe my life would not have ended up the way it has.

Anyway,

I will leave my mp3 behind in case I overhear anything good, I will avoid the charity muggers and I will attempt to not get walked into by any hoodie wearing morons or flown into by suicidal pidgeons or knocked down by evil cyclists.

On second thoughts, I may just stay here.

One of the most annoying groups of people encountered on Londons streets are the Charity Muggers.

These shiny happy waving and far too enthusiastic fuckwit real job seeking failures are all over the place, trying to flag you down to brow beat you into setting up some direct debit to the charity they represent. Bastards.

Anyway, I had an encounter with one a few minutes ago on my way to the supermarket.

My normal way of dealing with them is to wear an expression that says that I will kill the 13th person to speak to me and I am up to number 12 already (which is pretty much my normal facial state come to think of it) and they let me go buy without bothering me.

But the chap today was not going to be put off by that old ruse. I could tell that he was going to try to talk to me but I spotted something about him that I could use to my advantage and hopefully confuse him enough to let me get by.

On the back of his clipboard was the name of the charity he was “working” for

“Alzheimer Awareness”

So when he homed in on me with a cheery

“Hi man, how are you doing today?”

I looked at him blankly and said

“I don’t remember!”

While he stood there trying to decide what to do, I was off.

According to my stars in the morning paper:

“You’ll suddenly realise how much in demand you are. Well, you always have been, but it’s only just now that you have the confidence to act on that, especially in a romantic sense.”

Yeah right.

I swear I must have met the woman that writes these things somewhere and annoyed her in some way, because she is just taking the piss.

Maybe she is a blogger…