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madwomen and drunkmen

What with all the eating and drinking and making merry and the springtime in the air, I haven't done proper blogging-of-daily-life for ages!
So here's a belated update and summary of the last week.

On Friday night, I headed down to Statford to indulge in an evening of Farscape Watching, pizza eating, wine drinking and other general bohemia with norantiskitchen on voiceofsauron's magnificent bed. I set off gamely to Stratford and got there in good time
despite being waylaid by a whole host of miscreants [I think I have yet to reach Stratford without having some manner of adventure en route].

It all began right at the very outset of my journey, when I was absentmindedly listening to train announcements while trying to hold a book in one hand and put my wallet into the bag with the other- whereupon I noticed a nearby woman looking at me with great and disconcerting intensity.
It crossed my mind that she might be a mugger-to-be [she certainly didn't fit the stereotypical image of a mugger, but surely a stylish one would be the perfect disguise] so I ducked away from the platform into the interior of the tube station proper and to my dismay saw that she followed me.

I decided to confront the issue and head towards her and to my relief all she did was inquire after my book. This eased my spirits immensely right up until the point when she pulled out her phone and asked for my number so that "she can call me and I can tell her the book details". And because I have a strict policy about passing out personal details to possible-stalker-lunatic types even if they are rather good looking, I refused but courteously wrote down the books details and when she asked me for m email I gave it to her because I did not want to be rude [yeah, weird hangups. I blame Mars in Libra].

We made the tense small talk the sort that takes place between a suspected lunatic and the woman who suspects her of being a lunatic. She had a lovely coat I remember, and a good haircut - in fact she would have been very attractive were it not for the nervous tics and unsettlingly intense gaze. She got off at Baker Street and I sighed in relief only to have her come back a minute later.
"Is everything all right?" queried I, as you do.
"It's the wrong colour tiles", she explained.
I believe my blank look summed up my state of mind quite accurately so she elaborated.
"It's not the station I wanted because it's got the wrong kind of tiles. I can recognise them by the tile patterns you see."
"I see."

Well, how extraordinary. I'm not sure what to say about that except that it suggests a whole new category of Tube Walks [and walkers].

At Bond St. I had seized the opportunity to flee and board the Central Line train to Stratford, and no sooner had I got comfortable and begun to enjoy the journey then a party of drunken louts stumbled into the carriage and one of them fell across my lap, no doubt due to the lurching of the train and the quantity of alcohol in his system [I could only guess at the amount, based on the fumes coming off his skin]. I ended up sandwiched between drunken lout and his marignally-less-intoxicated mate, and tried to get into my book while loosely connected conversations about rugby whizzed over my head.

And then when I discoverd that Drunken Lout had his hands on my thigh and was feeling me up [because apparently it's not cool to ask poeple's permission before you molest them nowadays] cheered on by his mates and I could feel the beginning of panic attack coming on because I was stuck underground in a glorified sardine can with a party of drunken men taking liberties with my person. I thought I was going to have to fight them for my virtue, but the marginally less drunk hominid on the other side of me came to my defence and told his mate to fuck off, and they left me alone thank god.

And yea, at Startford there was indeed pizza and wine and Peacekeeper Wars as well as the unexpected [and therefore doubly delightful surprise] of ultraruby and vodka_fairy's wall, which bore many many many very good pictures of Trinny, and pointful advice from What Not To Wear. I think with more books and shoes and shineys that would be exactly what my picture of heaven would look like. *blissful sigh*

And the next day, the pleasures continued. For there was cold pizza and brownies for breakfast {mmmmmmmmmmmm} and amusing DVDs which have increased my knowledge of Monty Python and 80s movies The Lost Boys. Both were excellent, and the royal wedding had me at fever pitch of excitement with the intermittent appearances of Trinny and Susannah [causing vodka_fairy to shout TRINNY down the stairs, and me to rush to her room chanting the mantra of TRINNYTRINNYOHMYGODITSTRINNYOOOOOOOOooooH].

I loved Camilla's dress and hated the broom porcupine choice of hat, but seeing how it's been sufficiently mocked in casaubon's journal I don't need to go into it here.

Although the new seats on the Jubilee line are deserving of ridicule.
In my opinion there is no worse colour than yellow . It works for bumblebees and flowers but the rest of creation should just steer clear. So imagine my horror upon discovering that some some had thought it a good idea to re-upholster all the seats on the Jubilee line train from Starford in a particularly repugnant shade of yellow, decorated with black writing entreating me to Back The Bid.
Why why why? [Perhaps its so that the urine stains will blend in more

The next few days I spent learning how to Keep Calm and being gleeful and mushy and walking around beneath flowering trees and April showers, and most of that while wearing strappy high heeled shoes [no small achievement, I assure you, especially not for one with my refined sense of motor unskills].

On Wednesday I ate lots at the Salt Yard [highly reccomended Tapas place]where I shocked vegetarians with my flagrant displays of carnivorishness and squids on a plate, smoked some of vodka_fairy's cigarette, finally met offensive_mango and the bloke wot she's with [and can confirm that she is Actual and Real]and congratulated miss_newham and hoshuteki on their
romance. I have also eaten chocolate [mmmmmm, Kindersurprise] and walked home from work [about 40 mins] as penance for scoring sugar.

And in what I hope are unrelated incidents I have also begun to come down with some godawful bug that is ravaging my body as we speak, but thanks to the Sure Start handy forehead thermometers I have ascertained that I'm running a fever of 38C.

I feel nauseous and headachey and I ache = crap in short.
You have my permission to feel sorry for me if you so desire.


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Apr. 14th, 2005 09:43 pm (UTC)
I hope that you start to feel better soon.
Strappy high heels is a big achievement, my shoe collection tends to stick to the flat variety for fear of broken ankles and public humiliation
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)

Although really it's more of a strappy wedge shoe than a heel [i don't think i would have managed the walk with heels unscathed] but i was still proud. Wedges are very comfortable really, i heartily reccomend them.

And flats or not, you had some lovely shoes as i remember :)
Apr. 14th, 2005 11:15 pm (UTC)
awww *hugs* poor Nina :(
I almost died twice today, feel better?!

Dunno why I used to think offensive_mango was a bloke

Glad you got away from the drunken louts too
Apr. 14th, 2005 11:57 pm (UTC)
Re: awww *hugs* poor Nina :(
I almost died twice today, feel better?!

not at all - what happened, you upstager?
are you ok?
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:57 pm (UTC)
driving lesson
new instructor, new car o_O

*shakes like leaf*

i went to see flamenco afterwards though, which was FAB and let me recover
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:59 pm (UTC)
Re: driving lesson
oooooh, flamenco! *jealous*

so, near deaths aside, how is driving going?
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:07 pm (UTC)
hm haven't updated in ages have i
will update at weekend...driving going crap. new instructor, who is immensely fat and has obviously never spoken to a British-Asian in his life, took me on 50mph road by mistake o_O he said i did OK(?!?!) at least he's the cheapest...funny thing was he didn't have a clue where to stop in the city centre so i had to figure out where to park...that was quite good.

i have exactly one year to pass my test. it's not looking good
Apr. 14th, 2005 11:51 pm (UTC)
very bad things

Bond Street station = pink tiles?

Commiserations for the yellow upholstery, when will they learn? I mean, what are they aiming at by choosing colours like these ? You're the psychology grad, maybe you can shed some light on their motivation. In Nature, yellow is the colour of very bad things (like 'No Parking' lines) and things you never see in London, like Sunlight. Why rub it in ??
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:40 pm (UTC)
Re: very bad things

Bond Street station = pink tiles?

I think they're grey, but it could be that I was not paying enough attention.

In Nature, yellow is the colour of very bad things

Exactly, they are clearly up to no good.
I am glad you are also wise to their tricks.

Apr. 15th, 2005 09:47 am (UTC)
Get better soon, sweetheart!
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)


i have been forbidden from showing up at work today, so I'm self-medicating with daytime telly.
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:35 pm (UTC)
I love yellow.

I've got a lovely bright yellow pillowcase.
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:37 pm (UTC)
*shock* *horror*
repent at once! repent!
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