Morning: Came back from the house in Headingley. Had a really good crack with Ben, one of the guys there. He told me he was worried about his body image, and that he might be fat. So I told him, just to gloss it over, call it something else. In fact I think my words to him were "you're horizontally beguiling." So James (another future (?) housemate) says, "horizontally beguiling? The fuck's that? I'm gonna have to look that up." So I reply, "you don't have to, dude , it's sitting right across from you..." Aw it was ace. Went out to their local for a bit too. Almost managed to eat a Pog in my monster munch, which I'm not happy about. Perhaps I will ring their freephone careline and complain in a distinctly un-English voice to annoy someone.
Evening: OAP home. Arrived 30 mins late due to taking someone to the train station. Not bothered about it, because I wasn't in the mood to play particularly well or come over as particularly artiste or inspiring. In fact today I don't give a flying fuck if the pensioners hated me playing. I'm just pissed at everything. The best thing about the OAP home tonight was tricking a pensioner into thinking it was 10.30pm when it was 7.30. She looked really worried, muttered something like, "oh dear, I'm up far too late, my bowel movements are going to be unsynchronised now" before rushing off ... presumably to go to sleep. It's sad. I never want to be an OAP in Britain, where the highlight of my day is either
1. counting the number of bowel movements I make in any given week,
2. feeling the adrenaline rush as you get a bigger trolley than normal while at Safeway's, or
3. realising the bus driver overchanged you and you didn't tell him
In fact just on the subject of buses OAPs are the biggest hypocrites ever. They're forever moaning about how the current generation has no respect for authority, no morals, blah blah etc., but hmmm??? I wonder who it is that's always stood up there at the front of the bus perched on his/her zimmer frame chatting away to the driver like a monkey on Prozac. Fuck's sake....
Well I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor, it reminds me of the times we shared, makes me wish that you were here, cos now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life. All the songs have been erased, guess I've learnt from my mistakes.
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