So…I’m having the kind of week where everything that can go wrong has done. Really, really rubbish. To make it worse, I have a headache that so far has lasted 3 days and that no amount of Nurofen or wine can put pay to. And before you say anything Nathan Z (the other Nathan in my life) ‘the communists have not invaded’, it is not ‘Rag Week’ and I am not ‘up-on-blocks’. My only consolation so far has been a trip to see Bookshop Man who, after a long period of separation, welcomed me back with a beautiful smile and enquiries after my health, ‘where have I been?’ etc. I would have asked him out there and then but for the queue of customers behind me and the fact that I’m NEVER GOING TO DO THAT. I have also developed a fear that my blog has become so popular and widely read, that he will somehow have seen it, read about himself, recognised my picture as ‘that weird girl that comes in every week and purchases an inordinate amount of postcolonial literature’ and still not asked me out. Pure paranoia. For starters, I don’t look anything like that picture up there!
Yesterday was an eating kind of a day. Miserable and wallowing in self-pity, I made my first caff visit of the week (I am currently averaging two) for a ‘Set 2’ and a Ribena with ‘Caff-king’ Reg. Given the general tone of the week, I was surprised to find that my egg was of perfect dippy consistency, my chips crispy on the outside and soft in the middle and my sausage at least 10% pork. This was swiftly followed by a trip to a very fancy restaurant to discuss menu options for our staff Christmas party, which was of course accompanied by surplus desserts from the lunchtime rush and frothy coffee. ‘Afternoon tea’ wouldn’t be complete without Guinness and Baileys chocolate cake (it would be rude to turn it down) and after waiting for an hour to be seated in the busiest curry-house in London last night, I was so ‘starving’ that I was forced to sample the entire menu, leaving everything from my coat to my knee-caps sweating curry and causing me to feel quite peckish again this morning….
My jeans ripped straight across my thigh on my walk to work last week…can’t for the life of me imagine why…
Anyway…this blog is starting to sound distinctly like a Weight-Watchers confessional / trip to the hairdressers. Really I should be using it as a forum to discuss something topical and serious, like global warming, the BNP begin allowed to appear on BBC Newsnight or football…
I love football. I support Liverpool, Arsenal, Thierry Henri and David James. Occasionally my Dad (Big Tone), takes me along to the Emirates to watch the Gooners and it’s always a delight. We get a dirty hot-dog on the way, a free pint in the members’ enclosure (Big Tone knows people), fantastic architecture at the new stadium and 90 minutes of boys in shorts. I can also follow the game up with some boasting to any of my Arsenal-supporting friends and feign knowledge of the game by repeating things that Big Tone shouted (in his dulcet Northern tones) during the match, thus earning respect from the male fraternity, all of whom will have stopped reading this blog entry at the mention of ‘periods’ in the third line, so will be none-the-wiser to my fakery. Stupid boys (sums up my week really).
Stuff I liked this week
As a massive fan of the Full English, and an even bigger fan of staying dry in the drizzle, this made my day: http://www.londonundercover.co.uk/shop/slim_walker/english_breakfast/
Preddy Pictures: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/8314105.stm
I realise that not all of you are particularly interested in architecture. I just enjoy this blogger’s disdain and continuous profanity: http://badbritisharchitecture.blogspot.com/
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