Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I kept meaning to do a bit more of an update, but y’know, Monday because Tuesday became Saturday (more or less), and here we are.

Still, I’ll have forgotten it all in a week if I don’t write something down…

On Monday Nikki and I went to see Lovers Electric, the featuring members formerly of one-time Easyworld support band, Atlas. They’re quite a lot better than back then, and we liked them even at the time. They were one of, if not the best supports we ever saw, such that I even bought the single they did, and then they disappeared for ages. LE are much heavier, and better for it I’ve had a couple of tracks of theirs downloaded, so (one of which is on a mix for the car) so we already knew a couple of the songs, and they played some new ones, and at the end Nikki bought an album because bands that good deserve it. The gig, if you’re really that interested, was at the Water Rats, where I haven’t been in utterly years, and which still isn’t that good. Decent sound, but far too cramped.

On Tuesday, not that anyone’s likely to be bothered, but Nikki and I had officially been going out for 6 years. That’s practically a quarter of my total lifespan. She bought me a book about London and a zine for some Tube Reading when I finish my Boris Johnson book, and I bought her a Jamie Oliver cookbook, which clearly demonstrates how much I care, to pay actual money for something with that wanker attached to it, with his over-inflated tongue and sense of public duty.

Wednesday was uneventful, until the afternoon when I had probably the worst time getting back home that I’ve had in over a year, and this time no bombs were involved. When I got to TCR the platform was packed full and the next broadway train was over 10 minutes away.With my fox-like cunning I determined that I could make better use of my time by travelling a few stops eat and catching the train west from somewhere that the platform was less overrun. As the westbound train pulled away from me at Chancery Lane, having let no-one off the packed train and no-one on to the packed platform, I began to question just how cunning a move that was. I eventually gave up and walked to Holborn intending to get the Picadilly line, already over 30 minutes later than expected, and discovered that it was closed due to congestion. I found my way to Covent Garden eventually and managed to get a train/bus back home, eventually getting in at around half 7, over a full hour behind schedule. Public transport can be very frustrating.

On Thursday after work I went up to Seb and Cappsy’s with Lost (for Cappsy, who is as big a fan as I) and we also went and got chips just up the road. They were great, but as someone who doesn’t eat a lot of stuff anyway, the generous proportions made it seem ridiculous that I bought a pack in the first place. They were damn nice, though.

Today Sam, Al and Seb came over and we played some xbox and watched an episode of Pete & Pete, which for an old children’s TV show, holds up surprisingly well. I’ve got designs on Seb’s DVD set of series 1, anyway, after we watched some series 2 episodes, but I suppose I could just download them…