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Monday January 12, 09
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03:25 PM - Supermarket
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So I was at the local supermarket in a queue with about three people in front of me- and the people on the tills were being really slow -
And the pissed off bloke standing in front of me turns round and says:
"this is worse than lining up for your christmas dinner in prison."
which is a pretty odd opening line..
so I mumbled "yeah" having no experience of prison whatsoever and not really understanding what he was going on about...
and then he said : "last year in Wandsworth Nick I jumped over the fence, went into the kitchens, and made my own fucking christmas dinner."
And he had a gleam in his eye like he was remembering it all really clearly, and like he was either just about to kill someone... or he was thinking about killing someone some time in the near future...
I mumbled another : "Yeah?"
Hoping it wouldn't encourage him.
But he hadn't finished. He looked me directly in the eye, and very loudly said: "YOU know what I mean, don't YOU?"
Which I can only think means that there is something about me that looks 'ex-con.'
And this is a pretty depressing thought..
then the queue started moving and he was shouting at the cashiers..
and then later, when I went outside, I saw that he was shouting at a Pigeon, a telephone box, traffic, and himself. And he was holding a banana pretending it was his knob.
Happy new year everyone.
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Saturday September 27, 08
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02:48 PM - last time
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Last time I was here I must have deleted all of my journal entries- can't remember why. (I doubt it's any great loss to humanity though.)
So, I've been watching all these TV programmes where celebrities look up their family trees, and discover that their great great great great uncles chopped down trees in Slovakia - and all that type of thing...
So - I took my lead from the celebs - we all need somone to look up to... and I was looking up my family tree - seeing how far back I could trace my line - and guess what? I'm directly related to Jesus - (on my mother's side) and he wants me for a sunbeam. (I'm not averse to the idea.)
Imagine my surprise!
Funny old world.
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