Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Okay, I believe I was saying something about teh brakes being almost fixed. Well, that wasn’t strictly the case, when the time came. What follows is a list of the steps taken in order to get the brakes repaired.

1. Remove wheels and dismantle brakes. Discover new discs are needed, as well as pads.
2. Go to Halfords and buy new brake pads. Reserve new Brake Discs, to be collected in 1 hour.
3. Wait 1 and a half hours for a phonecall that never comes.
4. Return to Halfords, buy brake discs.
5. Fit brake discs.
6. Discover brake pads are the wrong kind.
7. Return to Halfords, to discover that the brake pads needed aren’t in stock.
8. Travel to Leamoco, who have the right pads in stock, for a few quid more.
9. Fit pads. Do the same for the other wheel.
10. Never return to Halfords for the rest of your life.

I didn’t do most of this, though, just tagged along. The dubious honour fell to my Dad’s friend Roy, who fixed the brakes up good and stopped me from being what he described as “an accident waiting to happen.” It’s kind of good the problem didn’t manifest (fully) until I got back from London, I guess, else it would’ve probably prevented the house from being acquired, and Ian from moving in. It would’ve been quite the run of bad luck.

The rest of the day was unremarkable, though we did go up to Josh’s for a few hours in the evening, where Sam had finally returned from europe, and he showed us all kinds of images from the continent, accompanied with tales of hostels that would make your flesh crawl. Well, if you hate hostels as much as I do, at least. I’ve never actually been to one, I suppose, but I had a bad experience with a hostel-esque place back in year 9 of Myton and I never really got over it. It pretty much convinced me that I might as well be at home than freezing and hungry in the middle of nowhere.

Earlier in the evening, Jo was asking me to help her with her English homework quickly, and I realised I probably am really good at English still. I impressed myself with the stuff I was managing to haul out of a quite generic poem. Doing a computing subject doesn’t let the bullshit muscles flex that often, but I reckon I could’ve written that essay and got an A for it, which kind of makes me wish grades mattered for anything these days (or indeed, wish that they had mattered back then…)

I stayed over at Nikki’s, and then in the early hours of the afternoon we went up to Coventry so I could spend my £10 virgin voucher. I was angling to buy Star Trek 2, but for £17 I was unimpressed with the assortment of extras, and I later found out it’s only ~£13 on play, so I was quite pleased with my ultimate purchase of Charlotte Hatherley’s Grey Will Fade album, and Battle Royale 2: Requiem, neitheer of which I knew much about, and both of which I took an unusually large risk buying as far as my spending habits are concerned. I mean, I paid full price for a film I’d not seen before, AND a CD which I’d not heard before. That practically guarantees they’ll both be crap…