What a day. I first go to estate agents in clapham to see about a flat and nothing in stock. They spend ten minutes taking all your details and then turn around and tell you, sorry, we haven't got what you're looking for. Then exactly why have you wasted the last 10 minutes of my life. Oh yes, so you can bombard me with shite for the rest of my life.
So went to a movie-Syriana-very serious, did not enjoy it and quite glad when it finshed. I like films that make me happy. If I am going to pay £8 for something, it had better put a smile on my face.
It was all how people get screwed by the big american corporations and the government. It is all terrible and the world is an awful place and none of us deserve the air we breathe etc but I can read about all that for 60p. I don't need to pay £8 for someone to tell me the world is in a horrible mess. I know it's in a mess . I could have bough a nice top for £8!!
So on my way home and pick up message that good friends of mine have split up. Now I know this is really awful but I called straight back and offered to come round. The answer was yes. They thought I was being a good friend, and I was-sort of- but the real reason is that I just wanted to be with someone more misreable than me. It worked. I left their house with them bleary eyed and me as happy as a lark.
