London Bomb

It's all very exciting on my 3 day at the new temp job. For low and behold on the street outside my office a great big car bomb has just been defused !

I arrived at the south end of Haymarket to find the street courdoned off and a pack of jornalists pointing cameras up the street towards Picadilly Circus. The policeman on guard assured me I'd be able to get into my building via the back entrance and that the street was merely courdoned off due to a suspect package.

I was then informed by the receprionist that it wasn't a suspect package but a real live car bomb that had been discoverd at 3.30am. It had been difused, so we were safe. But the whole office is shocked that we haven't all been sent home, who know what other nasty surprises are lurking down side streets.

On the bright side there is a nice view of the blue tent covering the crime sceene from the office window. You can just see it behind the white van.

nightmare

I woke up extreemly disturbed this morning thanks to a very vivid dream about a deranged supernatural serial killer who was the spitting image of Mel Gibson.

swap shop

After a very pleasant birthday on Tuesday, I signed on the dole. Yay me - I'm that fucking poor.
I hate it. It's humiliating and depressing and so in typical Earth Girl style I have been trying to eat my way back to happiness. Naturally this hasn't worked and I now feel even worse than I did to begin with.

I had a encouraging meeting with a bloke from an employment agency on Thursday and he gave me 3 promising job adverts to look at. So I'm not a completely lost cause.

Anyway, back to the main reason for today's post. Have you heard about the Visa Swap Shop? It was open for a month as a sort of experiment in recycling clothes. Instead of just dropping off your old stuff at the local charity shop you were encouraged to take your old clothes down to the swap shop and hand them over in exchange for points. The better quality the clothes (ie: the more exclusive the label) the more points you got. Of course most of my clothes(well all actually) are low end High Street - a heady mix of Primark, New Look and H&M, so I wasn't expecting a lot of points but thanks to a bag full of FCUK clothes Nemesis was getting rid of I scraped together 650 points.

The week after they stopped taking in clothes they opened up the shop to give them all away, so at 9.30 am I arrived in Kinghtsbridge to find myself at the back of a very long que of women desperate to get their hands on some designer goodies. The ones at the front had been there since 4am.

A woman from the shop came down the que informing every one that it was a limit of 2 hand bag purchases each - to make things fair. By the time I got in there were only a hand full of cheap & crappy handbags from Top Shop and Primark left. I was gutted.
I was after a handbag as I was under no delusions that I would find a single piece of clothing to fit me. The average clothing article was size 8 - with a fair few sixes thrown in for good measure. The only items on the rails over a size 14 were items I had brought in the previous week.

So not wanting to waste my time and effort I grabbed some of the many donations that had never been worn and still had the labels on them figuring I could sell them on eBay. My haul included a pair of leather knee high boots from Ravel - still in the box, 2 juicy couture tops, a PINK shirt and a really, really nice suede jacket which I would keep - if only I could fit into it.

I'll let you know how the eBay auctions go.

Tomorrow I turn Thirty

The third decade of my life will start most auspiciously seing that I am fat, broke, unemployed, single, childless, living with my mother, coming down with a cold, about to go on the dole and addicted to playing The Sims.

Life stinks.