What I didn't do this weekend...
That's it. My brain has shrivelled up to the size of a marble, and is now skulking in a dark corner of my skull pretending to be an eyeball.
It's been a while since I had a whine about my travelling, so I thought I'd relay my recent experience.
I read in the paper this morning about a man who was arrested at the Glastonbury Festival with 73 bags of magic mushrooms. He walked free from court today by claiming that he wasn't going to sell them, but make them into a mountain and gaze at it.
After arriving late for work (I overslept), I think he has hidden a stash of them in my sandwiches today.
I fell asleep on the train on the way home. This never happens. I was staring at the blank page of my notebook, and the next thing I knew we were pulling into Manchester. I'm very pleased I wasn't on the Edinburgh train.
I bought a Friday Treat and headed for the other platform. I've become quite adept at the logistics of Friday Treats now. I buy the coffee and the bun, carrying them in one hand, balancing my bike and train ticket in the other. However, today I asked for an almond Cameroon, knowing full well that African countries rarely taste of almonds. I also found myself laughing out loud at newspaper articles, something I never do, even in private.
I shudder to think how the day will end. I've already acquired two online stalkers (they're lovely girls) and a coffee date...
Sunday (link of the day: End )
I've been unable to articulate my innermost feelings recently.
I saw a movie yesterday, "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind", and one small part suited me perfectly.
"I wanted to be a writer once, write something
that someday some lesser person would quote,
but I never did.
I'm the lesser person.
If I say anything meaningful, it was said by
someone else first."
I love the exquisite irony of quoting that...
Posted at 01:02 am by Paul