Busker watch

No longer taking the tube to work in the morning means no more busker watch.
My my favorit was the Anorexic Warbly Woman at Oxford Street Station.

She was a size zero, looked about 50, played the guitar and had unique warbly semi-operatic style of singing. She wore a lot of glittery eyeshadow and always looked miserable unlike 'Leaving on a tube train' busker who was nearly always smiling.

saturday nighs are shit

I've been getting really miserable at the weekends lately. i lookforward to them with frervour and then when they arrive I'm miserable and spend both days stomping round the house like a moody teenager and wondeing aimlessly through the west end trying to distract myslef from my misery. I probably need proffesional help.

I found thid post which I wrote this a few weeks ago (I have edited out the more pathetic of my drunken rambling):

When you have no social life like I do. Saturadys are the worst night of the week. Its 6.45pm I'm drunk on half a bottle of wine and I'm blogging to avoid watching X-factor with my mum. I fucking hate X Factor.

I was home by 8pm yeaterday night. Nemisis was home at 8am this morning. Just one more piece of fuel to the fire of jelousy that makes me hate her.

My life sucks.

I read about a roller disco in Kings Cross it sounds like fun. Would it be sad to go solo? Would I enojoyit if I did? Would it be shameful to skate around the room to cheesy disco on my own? If I were thin it wouldn't.

If I were thin I wouldn't be on my own for long. I wouldn't be the fat looser-billy no-mates in the corner. If I was thin things would be different. Wouldn't they?

Can I make my self anorexic? I have been trying but I think probably bullimia would be easier. After all I have been binge eating for years. It's just the purging I need to learn.

Even if I did meet someone who didn't mind being seen out with a fat girl could he ever live up to my romance novel induced expectations?

I doubt it.

I don't know if I should post this.

Twelve sharp

I'm back at work after 2 lovely days off sick.

Isn't it funny how you feel fine enough to go back to work until you get there.

Serenity

I was off sick from work today. I spent the morning flicking between Jeremy Kyle and The Wright Stuff before settleing on the sofa to finaly watchmy Serenity DVD.

It was well worth the wait. Like Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars, Serenity did a great job of tieing up all the loose plot threads left by the abrupt canceling of the TV show. My only regret is that I didn't get to see it on the big screen.

libraries v book shops

I’ve started reading Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years during my morning commute to work. I bought it from a book club in 1999 and it’s been sitting in a box under my bed ever since.

In a cost cutting effort I decided to actually try and read some of my huge hoard of unread books instead of buying new ones. I’d borrow books from the library but it’s always shut by the time I get there after work. At the weekend it’s full of noisy kids playing games on the internet while the staff are busy chattering amongst themselves. What ever happened to keeping quiet in a library? Nowadays, libraries (my local one in particular) just don’t have an atmosphere condusive to browsing.

I much prefer book shops. Even the big ones on Oxford Street are quiet and peaceful, I like Boarders the best, it’s less pretentious than Waterstones which gives off an air of ‘You really shouldn’t be in here unless you have an English degree and only read litterateur’. Boarders has a much more open door liberal vibe a ‘we don’t care what kind of books you like, come on in’ kind of attitude.

In borders no one looks twice at you sitting on the floor browsing through a pile of books and magazines. In Waterstones you stand or find a chair and only look at one item at a time. Even so, I can spend an age in there simply browsing and having a respite from the chaos of the frenzied shoppers outside.

history matters

It took me nearly an hour and a half to come up with 4 paragraphs for my history matters entry. I had to start over 3 times. But I did get 2 good blog posts out of it.

Vanila Cake

I have become obsessed with Krispy Kream doughnuts.

All I could think about on the walk from Euston to Holborn was buying a ludicrously over priced Vanilla cake from the Krispy Kream shop next door to Holborn tube station. I could have gone and gotten a perfectly nice doughnut from sainsburys for less than half of a Krispy Kream. But I knew it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn't look the same, it wouldn’t taste the same and I wouldn’t have felt quite the same pang of guilt when I’d finished eating it.

I bought another one on my way home.

Earth Girl 1 - Bank 1.5

I took Daves advice and ever so sweetly asked the bank to review the horrendous charges they slapped me with and, shock-horror they agreed to give me a 50% refund on the charges I racked up last month!!!
I am now £65 richer than I was this morning. Yay Me!
Thanks Dave!

In other news
Earth Girl has been chosen as one of 100 bloggers asked to participate in a survey of UK and US bloggers by The Robert Gordon University in Aberdeen, Scotland. See! It's not just A level English students that read my blog, its Proper academics too! - Well, kind of. . .

Anyway if you'd like to read more about the project visit the blog http:/sarahh-validation.blogspot.com/.

the fucking fuckers

I fucking hate those fucking bank fuckers. I have just been charged 35 fucking pounds for using my fucking debit card to fucking pay for some fucking crap that cost one pound ninety-fucking-one at Tesco. What the FUCK.

THE FUCKING FUCKS !!!!!!!!!

bloggy problems

I don't know what the heck is going on but I'm hoping to move to blogger beta this week and hoepfuly that should sort the problems out. (Dave- I contacted the blogger boffins re the comments problems but haven't heard back yet)

In non blog related news I am now the proud owner of a beautiful new pair of olive green suede high heel shoes. I can walk in them just not very far and I don't really have anything to wear them with, but oh well that just means they will stay beautiful (and in the box) forever . . .

*why does blogger spellcheck not recognize the words blog and blogger?

Dream a little dream

For the last 2 nights I have dreamt that I am still away traveling. I'm always at the end of my journey making plans to get home.
Which hostel should I stay in for my last few days ?
How should I get to the airport?
Do I really want to leave?

Tomorrow I'm wearing gloves. My fingers nearly froze solid this morning.

Chill

Autumn is here. I left the house today with a bright red pashmina wrapped securely round my neck. The last thing I need right now is to get sick so it's double doses of vitamin C every day from now until spring.