Yep, it's still hot, but to distract me from that, there was plenty of weirdness on the commute today. A woman sat directly opposite me, wearing heavily applied electric blue eyeshadow, looking me square in the eyes, before proceeding to close her eyes and commence s-l-o-w-l-y sticking her tongue out and licking round her mouth. She kept repeating this motion, so I dismissed thoughts she was coming on to me and wondered if she actually had an unfortunate facial tick, poor woman. It looked disgusting though - her tongue, quivering round her lips...over and over again - and I couldn't not look...
Then I noticed that a woman 2 seats ahead of me was wearing a yellow and white polka-dot skirt, teamed with a horizontally striped red and white top. Can you imagine? Talk about offensive.
And another thing - any Morrissey fans out there? Wanna see something really weird?
Ok, here you go: http://b3ta.com/links/Kids_Tv_in_a_parallel_universe
And now I'm off to crank up the AC, because it's still too damn hot. Ahh, that's better, mmm, reconditioned stale office air - surprisingly refreshing...
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Hot! Hot! Hot!
It's too hot to do anything! Too hot! Aaaaaaaggggghhh! Too damn hot.
According to The Standard, it was 41C on the tube yesterday. I felt like I was quite literally melting.
It's too hot.
That is all.
According to The Standard, it was 41C on the tube yesterday. I felt like I was quite literally melting.
It's too hot.
That is all.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
That's it then
End of England's World Cup dream. They were a bit crap really, weren't they? Never mind, we get to try again in 4 years. Reading the sport pages today (in truth, I was scanning for pictures of Beckham looking moody, possibly shirtless, etc.), I see that Rooney is claiming he did not deserve a red card for stamping on Ricardo Carvalho's groin. It looked pretty intentional from the footage, but maybe everything looks pre-mediated if you show it in slow motion.
In other news - what is going on with this heatwave? You can't sleep, you open the window, there's no breeze, but plenty of dopey flies and bugs. And what is it with stupid flies? They fly in the room through a WIDE OPEN window, then proceed to batter themselves against the only closed window pane/dive bomb your head/freshly prepared salad/buzz annoyingly in circles around the light bulb. Yep, it's summer in the city. The tube feels like a sauna, the trains aren't much better, and to make things worse, everyone seems to think it is ok to strip off, whether they are the owner of a body-beautiful or not. In fact in most cases, it's the 'or not'. I don't need to see an overweight, middle aged man with his gut hanging out and his lobster-red sunburnt skin indicating a line where the shirt he should be wearing could be. Especially not before I have had coffee in the morning.
Another summer eye-sore was pointed out by Lucy Mangan in the Guardian today - had me nodding my head vigorously in agreement : A visit to the shops makes you deeply aware of how very far we still are as a nation from embracing the pedicure as a standard component of personal grooming. How right she is - like anyone needs to see gnarled and yellowed, over-grown and in some cases, ingrowing toenails on the feet of your fellow commuters. Ewwww.
Ok, ok, the hot weather isn't all bad - I'm not complaining, really. Blistering sunshine still beats gloomy, drizzling rain. Plus you don't need an excuse to eat ice cream. So not all bad, but being at work sucks when the weather is like this. Having said that, if I wasn't here, I'd be sweltering at my flat...man, I want a beach holiday soooo bad. I'm off now to enter some internet competitions for holidays - I'll keep you posted with my progress
In other news - what is going on with this heatwave? You can't sleep, you open the window, there's no breeze, but plenty of dopey flies and bugs. And what is it with stupid flies? They fly in the room through a WIDE OPEN window, then proceed to batter themselves against the only closed window pane/dive bomb your head/freshly prepared salad/buzz annoyingly in circles around the light bulb. Yep, it's summer in the city. The tube feels like a sauna, the trains aren't much better, and to make things worse, everyone seems to think it is ok to strip off, whether they are the owner of a body-beautiful or not. In fact in most cases, it's the 'or not'. I don't need to see an overweight, middle aged man with his gut hanging out and his lobster-red sunburnt skin indicating a line where the shirt he should be wearing could be. Especially not before I have had coffee in the morning.
Another summer eye-sore was pointed out by Lucy Mangan in the Guardian today - had me nodding my head vigorously in agreement : A visit to the shops makes you deeply aware of how very far we still are as a nation from embracing the pedicure as a standard component of personal grooming. How right she is - like anyone needs to see gnarled and yellowed, over-grown and in some cases, ingrowing toenails on the feet of your fellow commuters. Ewwww.
Ok, ok, the hot weather isn't all bad - I'm not complaining, really. Blistering sunshine still beats gloomy, drizzling rain. Plus you don't need an excuse to eat ice cream. So not all bad, but being at work sucks when the weather is like this. Having said that, if I wasn't here, I'd be sweltering at my flat...man, I want a beach holiday soooo bad. I'm off now to enter some internet competitions for holidays - I'll keep you posted with my progress
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