Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Sunday night we drove down to Oxford and went to Maxwells with Seb and Rach. I had a Lamb Shank, though I’m not entirely sure which bit of the Lamb is a shank. Probably best not to think about it. We had these vouchers from Tescos that made eating there practically free, and we all managed to feast adequately on a 2-course meal with assorted drinks at a cost of £7.50 each. A wonderful scam. Then we went back to theirs and I repeatedly thrashed Seb at DS games, though that’s expected since he doesn’t own one. He did better than Ian in Mario by actually beating me in one round, though.

Yesterday the tube was incredibly screwed up so we tried to get the bus in, which resulted in us being about 40 minutes late. First two full buses went past us, and we realised that it was filling up with people outside the station, because unlike us, they had gone to Northfields and discovered it was buggered, and hopped on the bus. We decided to walk up to Uxbridge road and get a bus, and as we were doing that a near-empty one passed us. Then we missed one because it didn’t stop at the stop we were waiting at, and a further 2 because we didn’t know they stopped where we wanted to go. We did get there eventually, but it was totally ridiculous. We left Ealing like 10 minutes before we’d normally expect to be at work.

Luckily, with spending all this time stuck on the tube, I’ve been really blitzing through my Pixies biography, Fool the World, which is amazingly insightful and puts all my favourite songs into context. Perhaps could do with a little more from the band themselves, but it’s their nature to be pretty quiet, so I can’t complain too much. There are loads of other contributers to make up for ther comparative silence, and the perspectives of people like like Steve Albini and Gil Norton are worth the price alone. Albini’s section has given me a new angle from which to view Surfer Rosa, in fact. I’d recommend the book to even passing fans of the Pixies. It’s just that good.