Don’t you hate it when someone says hello to you and you don’t recognise them?
On the bus this morning I sat on the seats that face each other and the girl across from me glanced up and did a kind of double take and then gave me that kind nod/look ‘hello’. Now to be polite, I sort of smiled ‘hello’ back but I think it was pretty plain on my face that I had no clue who she was.
So what can you do to find out? Can’t start talking, maybe we’ve never spoke, just used to work together or go to school together. Plus, what you going to say to a stranger who knows you? You could have a good look at the persons face but ‘good look’ is just a descriptive for ‘stare’, and all of a sudden this person who knows you but you don’t know is saying ‘that guys a freak! He was staring at me on the bus!’
Now that I’ve had time to think, I think it was a girl I went out with. It’s been like five maybe six years since I seen her last and she didn’t wear glasses like bus girl (the Clark Kent method proved sound) pretty sure she was meant to though.
At least she didn’t speak to me. That’s much worse. You have to be like ‘where you working now?’ and ‘I haven’t seen you for ages’ in hopes that they let slip some clue to their identity and hope they don’t realise you don’t remember them. Nightmare.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Three Buses!
I had to walk to work this morning. Had to. Three 66 Buses came at the same time. Two passed me when I was on the other side of the road, which was fair enough. The third one however, drove past me when I was on the right side of the road and about six feet away from the bus stop!
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaging!
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaging!
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Westwood Regular.
I went to the Westwood pub last night with Dave and his other mate who is also called Craig. We’re talking away at the table and having a laugh and then Dave’s dads’ mate, Scott comes over and sits with us. This is Monday night, but the guy tells me he was working over the weekend, so I don’t judge too harshly that the guy is a drunken mess.
Scott is about late thirties possibly early forties by my estimation, he has barley any teeth, is unshaven and wears a union jack baseball cap. A typical example of people who drink in the Westwood. I freely admit to being a snob, but, as it was someone David knew I resisted my impulse to leave and sat a talked to the guy.
He was a raciest, and a ned, and talked about his love for ‘ecies’.
If you don’t know me too well, or if the subject has not come up, I hate drugs. All drugs. They are a cancer on the world and people that take then are week and pathetic things that shouldn’t be breathing my air. If I had a friend that overdosed of ecstasy I would not cry for them. That being said, if someone can give up drugs I have respect for that. It’s a hard thing to do and plus they have realised that they are better than that.
Given that information, you’ll understand my disgust, my revulsion and my desire to slaughter this fucking loser when he pulls out a little bag of 'coke' and starts rubbing in on his gums.
Dave was at the bar and Craig was at the toilet so neither of them knew. I would have got up to leave right then and there, but I couldn’t move. I was furious I could feel my ears burning my face was so hot. I stayed for half an hour more, David went to the bar again, Craig to the jukebox, and as I was putting my coat on the little turd informed me he was going to the toilet with his ‘good friend Charlie’
I will never step foot in that pub again, in fact the only reason I’ll even go near it will be to torch the fucker and its piece of shit patrons to the ground.
Scott is about late thirties possibly early forties by my estimation, he has barley any teeth, is unshaven and wears a union jack baseball cap. A typical example of people who drink in the Westwood. I freely admit to being a snob, but, as it was someone David knew I resisted my impulse to leave and sat a talked to the guy.
He was a raciest, and a ned, and talked about his love for ‘ecies’.
If you don’t know me too well, or if the subject has not come up, I hate drugs. All drugs. They are a cancer on the world and people that take then are week and pathetic things that shouldn’t be breathing my air. If I had a friend that overdosed of ecstasy I would not cry for them. That being said, if someone can give up drugs I have respect for that. It’s a hard thing to do and plus they have realised that they are better than that.
Given that information, you’ll understand my disgust, my revulsion and my desire to slaughter this fucking loser when he pulls out a little bag of 'coke' and starts rubbing in on his gums.
Dave was at the bar and Craig was at the toilet so neither of them knew. I would have got up to leave right then and there, but I couldn’t move. I was furious I could feel my ears burning my face was so hot. I stayed for half an hour more, David went to the bar again, Craig to the jukebox, and as I was putting my coat on the little turd informed me he was going to the toilet with his ‘good friend Charlie’
I will never step foot in that pub again, in fact the only reason I’ll even go near it will be to torch the fucker and its piece of shit patrons to the ground.
Speak of the Devil
I don’t usually believe in all that karma crap, but today I’m seriously re-evaluating that belief.
In work yesterday Laura mentioned she had a migraine, so I start talking about them. How I get them all the time, every little movement is like a small aneurysm in my brain, light is like a sword in my eyes, blah, blah, blah. So I get them bad is what I was saying.
I go home that night and round about seven I can’t seem to focus my eyes properly and by eight, when I have gone to the Westwood with David the migraines kicking in. I couldn’t believe it! I know ‘speak of shit and it’ll hit you in the face.’ But this was ridiculous!
It is now nearly two in the afternoon the next day and it’s still with me. I’m off work ( not being paid!) I was boaking this morning it was so bad! I didn’t acutely bring anything up but even now I feel like I’m going to. Yes the migraine feels a little better, but if I move too fast then it feels like someone put a banger in the middle of my brain. It is the worst and longest migraine I have EVER had.
In work yesterday Laura mentioned she had a migraine, so I start talking about them. How I get them all the time, every little movement is like a small aneurysm in my brain, light is like a sword in my eyes, blah, blah, blah. So I get them bad is what I was saying.
I go home that night and round about seven I can’t seem to focus my eyes properly and by eight, when I have gone to the Westwood with David the migraines kicking in. I couldn’t believe it! I know ‘speak of shit and it’ll hit you in the face.’ But this was ridiculous!
It is now nearly two in the afternoon the next day and it’s still with me. I’m off work ( not being paid!) I was boaking this morning it was so bad! I didn’t acutely bring anything up but even now I feel like I’m going to. Yes the migraine feels a little better, but if I move too fast then it feels like someone put a banger in the middle of my brain. It is the worst and longest migraine I have EVER had.
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