Can I just mention....
that in Norwegian, the word chat is pratt *giggles*
8.11.02
A letch at the bus stop- the tale of a sad city...
This blog is officially one of my favourite new blogs that I've stumbled across!
Hauling ass to the bus this morning... we got off at Angel to change onto the 30... had a wee chat with our new found French friends who sell coffee and pain au chocolate outside the station. Nice guys. So there we stand in the crowds of people in the gloomy rain... out of the corner of my eye I spot this man who makes kissy kissy actions in my direction... Hazel and I laughed it off and ponder what on earth he could possibly be thinking he could gain by doing this. We thought nothing of it... not but a minute later, he's bumbled through the people and planted himself right next to us and continues his suggestive antics. We were like... hello? you freaking nutter! So we make a loud statement something to the lines of 'it's rather unfortunate that some people are just so rude and intrusive' and walked to the other side of the bus shelter.... Yea, you guessed it. Not but a few moments later he was there again, right in our faces. At that point the bus arrived which was a pretty good thing because at that point I was ready to throttle him. Sicko!
The thing that disheartens me more than his unacceptable letching over two women at a bus stop in the early morning, is the fact that there were so many people around and no one did anything. I mean, if some guy was doing that to another woman and I was there I would certainly pipe up and make it very clear that his actions were not acceptable and that he should sod off... not a man or a woman said a thing... no one wanted to interfere...that is the saddest of all.
This blog is officially one of my favourite new blogs that I've stumbled across!
Hauling ass to the bus this morning... we got off at Angel to change onto the 30... had a wee chat with our new found French friends who sell coffee and pain au chocolate outside the station. Nice guys. So there we stand in the crowds of people in the gloomy rain... out of the corner of my eye I spot this man who makes kissy kissy actions in my direction... Hazel and I laughed it off and ponder what on earth he could possibly be thinking he could gain by doing this. We thought nothing of it... not but a minute later, he's bumbled through the people and planted himself right next to us and continues his suggestive antics. We were like... hello? you freaking nutter! So we make a loud statement something to the lines of 'it's rather unfortunate that some people are just so rude and intrusive' and walked to the other side of the bus shelter.... Yea, you guessed it. Not but a few moments later he was there again, right in our faces. At that point the bus arrived which was a pretty good thing because at that point I was ready to throttle him. Sicko!
The thing that disheartens me more than his unacceptable letching over two women at a bus stop in the early morning, is the fact that there were so many people around and no one did anything. I mean, if some guy was doing that to another woman and I was there I would certainly pipe up and make it very clear that his actions were not acceptable and that he should sod off... not a man or a woman said a thing... no one wanted to interfere...that is the saddest of all.
7.11.02
Sainsbury's
The sainsbury's at Angel is now open 24h a day. The joy and turmoil, it's hard to recount... Miss H and I stopped in on our way home after meeting up with Theo for a drink... We were by no means, drunk but I believe we were only there to buy fixings to make tacos but ended up spending like 40£ between the two of us... items of note on our shopping lists were...
- 1 joint of beef (hello?) what's that about? I'll have to take pictures as to how Hazel plans to consume this monstrosity...
- 3 yoghurts of various variety (including peach crumble and chocolate banana crunch... no nutritional value in sight)
- taco fixings... including cheese, salsa, avocados, yellow pepper, and taco shells
- Now magazine
- 1 beautiful stainless steel olive oil decanter filled with extra fine virgin olive oil (Hazel couldn't resist, we HAD to own it)
How it amounted to that much... I'll never know... I think they saw us coming a mile away... either that or they've added on a night time service charge... or think we're drunk and stupid... which we weren't but still... why am I so confused?
However, to their credit, Sainsbury's has come up with some great gift ideas for xmas... my favourite being, the chocolate fondue pot. Hmm, someone on my list is going to get that for sure!
6.11.02
today I walked to the bus stop and my socks and trousers got wet from the lashing rain
yesterday I had a great Japanese meal with a friend
the day before I went to the gym and when I was finished, had a nice steam sauna
the day before that I had a terrible hangover
the day before that I walked around town in the rain and got my socks wet
the day before that I rented a bad movie
the day before that, I can't remember a thing
4.11.02
Again the ball of fire has risen in the skies above London
much has transpired over the weekend... hopefully all will settle. The rain and gloomy weather sure did add in it's fair share of pathetic fallacy... lighter notes include being on the 38 on the way home on saturday night after 5 too many martinis taking the role of the bus asshole and dodging anti-Canadian - south park - fueled insults by Keith and Hazel and a screeming queen who was more than delighted to take part...
Busy week ahead... meeting with hon tomorrow night and Therese on Thursday... gym in-between, oh yes and if I'm lucky I might just make it home sometime in between all of that.
Can I just say... do I look like a freaking prossie? I think not. I went across the road last night out into the big bad world outside my loft compound *scoff* and some freaking punter honks his horn at me and tries to follow along beside me... I mean come on now. I'm walking across the road to the shop... so I exit the shop and he's circled around the green and come back and honks again just on the off chance that I am indeed a hooker and I'm just playing hard to get... now I've seen some of the ladies who occasionally work the corners around my street and I can tell you for damn sure they look rough as hell. I really felt like going over to the guys car and asking him if he was having a laugh? Eww eww.
much has transpired over the weekend... hopefully all will settle. The rain and gloomy weather sure did add in it's fair share of pathetic fallacy... lighter notes include being on the 38 on the way home on saturday night after 5 too many martinis taking the role of the bus asshole and dodging anti-Canadian - south park - fueled insults by Keith and Hazel and a screeming queen who was more than delighted to take part...
Busy week ahead... meeting with hon tomorrow night and Therese on Thursday... gym in-between, oh yes and if I'm lucky I might just make it home sometime in between all of that.
Can I just say... do I look like a freaking prossie? I think not. I went across the road last night out into the big bad world outside my loft compound *scoff* and some freaking punter honks his horn at me and tries to follow along beside me... I mean come on now. I'm walking across the road to the shop... so I exit the shop and he's circled around the green and come back and honks again just on the off chance that I am indeed a hooker and I'm just playing hard to get... now I've seen some of the ladies who occasionally work the corners around my street and I can tell you for damn sure they look rough as hell. I really felt like going over to the guys car and asking him if he was having a laugh? Eww eww.
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