The sights I have seen today have worried me. Silly season is definitely here and the freaks are out in force. Picture one is of a woman who passed me this morning “yeah, I just saw it. The same dress I have on today in a dusky pink colour…” and as you can see, it clearly looks as if she has forgotten her dress altogether and just donned a coat, tights and boots. I was baffled. Just as she wandered away in one direction, the subject of picture number two crippled down the road towards me. She could not walk in the heels, and almost looked like a street walker on their way home from a long night of shagging – which would of course contribute to the crippling. I walked past the Occupy UBS building, who a few weeks ago advertised that they opened at 10.30am and today the notice read that it was now noon – clearly so they can all sign on in the morning before a long day of fuck all. I am on a bus, and have been for 25 minutes now and I am ready to kill someone. I now remember why I started walking to the station because it is much faster than this hell of going a few meters and then stopping again. Surekha is waiting for me – 6.30 was the meeting time, and I am still a million miles away by bus. Some girls got on going to their Christmas party – poor fuckers on a Wednesday night – heels, dresses and sparkles. They went a stop and a half and then gave up and walked, when their whole point was getting on to save their poor crippled hoofs. There are a pair of wankers on the back of the bus, who have their ringtones on high and take forever to answer. There is no need for your phone to be audible at all these days. People check them every three seconds, as they have the attention span of a goldfish, and so nothing should be missed. Or put it on vibrate. It is so simple but I always forget these people are fuckwits. I am now on the 20.51 from London Bridge – a short train but fuckwitted people wanted to get on the door at the very end instead of shifting along and using common sense. Huge numbers of suitcase wankers were waiting to board as well. Annoying but I am on and on a seat. Dinner was lovely – our annual Christmas curry and exchange of presents. Always love it. Continuing on with the pictures, number three is a strange collection of plugs and a U bend that was discarded on the pavement. I do not know why or how. It baffled me. Picture four is perhaps the most puzzling picture of the day – I presume an office outing, and all wearing silly hats. What a crazy bunch, and brave to be wandering about in broad daylight and sober. Picture four are the search terms – I am pleased “well maintained pussy” is there. I would love to see that persons face when they saw what it was referring to. Last picture is of our dining venue this evening – I said it is just like LA, the avenue of the stars. Surekha said “no love, it is LB” and it made me laugh. Prick on the train is fucking me off – another bloody ringtone. It is an American police siren with a beat behind it and he has shit signal as the phone keeps ringing after being cut off. Train is pretty busy, full of the usual commuting fodder – miserable and clamped to iPhones. The restaurant we went to was just full of men, I took a picture – there have been a lot of pictures tonight – but I suppose that is usual for an Indian as men, booze and Indian food go together like lungs and oxygen. A natural pairing. Train thinning out a bit now thank fuck, I hate it busy this time of the evening. It is annoying. Home, Supernatural and then sleep. Can’t wait. Am pooped.
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