Tally so far:
Sunglasses lost – 14 pairs
Umbrellas lost – 7 or so
Pens lost – Approx 1000
Student loan cheques lost – 1
Scruples lost – punchline.
Trapped on the metro last night with a few hundred hockey fans who liked jumping up and down. A scene from hell if ever I’ve seen one. Next to me stood a hockey family – the ten-year old kid wore a t-shirt that said “Skunk weed – the spliff with a whiff.” I ask you, parents these days..
Then I went to the Blind Eye & was persuaded to stay for more than one beer as expected. We thought of going up to Akropolis to join Johnny, who’s been banned from BE by Noah for no apparent reason, but they were playing UK garage and charging for it too. Again I missed trams and got home ridiculously late.
Woke up this morning to find Martin casually defrosting the fridge, which happened to be full of my food supplies, all highly perishable. I have no money to buy any more. My compensatory breakfast, a hot dog from the metro station, dripped fluorescent mustard all over me, my last clean t-shirt and my bag. Got to the old house in time to pick up stuff, but a phone call revealed Hamish wasn’t coming. Then I searched in vain for a video I need. It has gone, along with my records.
Everything went downhill from there.
I need a beer.