about a square peg in a round hole

Finally decided not to punk out of taking a god damned break. It was brilliant. Well, not the best, but relaxing, in a humdrum, boring, square-ish sort of way.

Collected my Nokia 3650 from Carphone Warehouse – waited half an hour for the counter girl (who had this horrid habit of texting with a pen) to find out from the insurance people how much I had to pay to collect the freaking phone – but ended up having to pay nothing at all as the insurance people weren’t helpful and the girl was getting well cheesed off. Hehe. My profit.

Oh, and I bought tickets for Chicago (touring troupe) for coming Monday! But I did fuck up something rather silly – when faced with the choice of Circle or Stall seats with a three quid differential, I chose… stall! I am officially embarrassed to be a theatre company proprietor.

What a dumb ass!

As you can probably tell, I’m in better spirits this evening. The beer and half bottle of German white (which had a curiously sweet apple and honey finish) probably had a hand in it.

Better spirits… Haha! Get it?

I also watched Little Black Book which, while not having anything to really shout about (the guy was kinda nice looking though, and Holly Hunter and Julianne Nicholson were looking real fit!), was not half as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was rather poignant.

Let me explain. I find myself having a particular weakness for invasiveness. And I could completely relate to the hows, whys and what repercussions that the condemned art of priying brings. In some strange way, that is perhaps my one true form of addictive vice.

Anyhow, I need to get back to work, and will end this blog with an embarrassing self-portrait (or so I think).

And that’s before alcohol. Haha!