Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
I got a bus into Brighton, one of those 700 Coastline jobbies. They are BRILLO because they go along the seafront and turn up at Grand Avenue. Nobody gets on along the seafront because they are all too old to go out, so it ZIPS along, missing all the Church Road traffic as well. The wife got one the other day, but unfortunately sat on a seat that someone had accidentally pissed on, but this risk is a small price to pay for straightforward swift access to and from our city centre.
I bought a new shirt from GAP, which made me feel hip. I made sure the bag was on the OUTSIDE of the others I was carrying. I don't really know why - its not like I'd have a gaggle of 19 year-old vixens persueing me through Churchill Square just because I was visibly carrying a GAP bag, but I figured I wasn't harming anyone, so I went with it anyway.
I bought a pair new pair of trainers from Sport Soccer. The original price on the box was £59.99, but it was in their sale for £15. I KNOW the £59.99 price is bullshit, but I liked them anyway, and I would have paid £25 for them. But not £30. You have to draw a line.
I had a "black and blue" chicken burger in the Druids Head. It was a cajun chicken burger with melted blue cheese. There was nothing wrong with how it had been cooked, and thankfully it was a proper chicken fillet as opposed to some reformed muck. Well presented, with salad and sauces etc. Everything was in order. But it just didn't taste very nice for some reason. I think the cajun was a little overpowering. This saddened me slightly, but I drowned it in mayonnaise and had another Stella, and things wern't so bad after all. Its a great pub as well.
I've had to put some WD40 to lubricate Santas skiiing arm on my outside lights. Its been struggling a bit lately to turn the circle, but this seems to have sorted it. Whilst doing this, I noticed that frost had become firmly established on the roof of my Rover 45, at 18.45. This means it is very cold.
I'm wearing my new trainers in the house. This is liberating, because they have not yet been outside, so I can walk around on my lounge carpet secure in the knowledge I will not be dirtying it.
I bought a new bucket, and filled it to wash the car. On lifting it from the sink, the handle came away as it had not been properly "lodged" within the hinge. This made the soapy water spill out over the sink, onto my jeans, and all over our wooden kitchen floor. This made my missus shout at me, although strictly speaking it was not my fault - it was the bucketmakers Addis, although I do take partial responsibility for not checking the hinge was housed properly. But surely these things should be sealed ? Anyway, I washed the car with a soaked right leg, which made me even colder than I thought possible. If I come down with something this week, I'll know why.
I woke up with a boner today, but didn't use it.
I bought a new shirt from GAP, which made me feel hip. I made sure the bag was on the OUTSIDE of the others I was carrying. I don't really know why - its not like I'd have a gaggle of 19 year-old vixens persueing me through Churchill Square just because I was visibly carrying a GAP bag, but I figured I wasn't harming anyone, so I went with it anyway.
I bought a pair new pair of trainers from Sport Soccer. The original price on the box was £59.99, but it was in their sale for £15. I KNOW the £59.99 price is bullshit, but I liked them anyway, and I would have paid £25 for them. But not £30. You have to draw a line.
I had a "black and blue" chicken burger in the Druids Head. It was a cajun chicken burger with melted blue cheese. There was nothing wrong with how it had been cooked, and thankfully it was a proper chicken fillet as opposed to some reformed muck. Well presented, with salad and sauces etc. Everything was in order. But it just didn't taste very nice for some reason. I think the cajun was a little overpowering. This saddened me slightly, but I drowned it in mayonnaise and had another Stella, and things wern't so bad after all. Its a great pub as well.
I've had to put some WD40 to lubricate Santas skiiing arm on my outside lights. Its been struggling a bit lately to turn the circle, but this seems to have sorted it. Whilst doing this, I noticed that frost had become firmly established on the roof of my Rover 45, at 18.45. This means it is very cold.
I'm wearing my new trainers in the house. This is liberating, because they have not yet been outside, so I can walk around on my lounge carpet secure in the knowledge I will not be dirtying it.
I bought a new bucket, and filled it to wash the car. On lifting it from the sink, the handle came away as it had not been properly "lodged" within the hinge. This made the soapy water spill out over the sink, onto my jeans, and all over our wooden kitchen floor. This made my missus shout at me, although strictly speaking it was not my fault - it was the bucketmakers Addis, although I do take partial responsibility for not checking the hinge was housed properly. But surely these things should be sealed ? Anyway, I washed the car with a soaked right leg, which made me even colder than I thought possible. If I come down with something this week, I'll know why.
I woke up with a boner today, but didn't use it.
