Diary of an up and coming sociopath

For those that want to know, “unemployment” is so far agreeing with me. Much has happened since our last time together. Let me run through the important stuff:

Last Thursday Nikki and I met Relly while she was in town for some food at the Rainforest Cafe. It’s a fairly pricey establishment, but dear god, I had a steak that was quite literally the best I have had in my entire life. The good thing about seeing Relly is that I can re-use the last few month’s worth of jokes that I’ve been making, and thus I appear far wittier and smarter than I am (if you can believe that’s actually possible.)

On Sunday I went back home to face the parental music regarding my recent employment decisions, though luckily I do appear to have finally reached the age where I can be treated like an adult who is free to make his own way in things, so that was pleasing. I took a Radiohead mix that I made back with me, re-living the days from Pablo Honey all the way through In Rainbows (which, by the way Si, I love and have bought the Discbox version of.)

On Monday, Josh, Ian and I went to Bush Hall to see another recording of 2 episodes of the popular history-based comedy radio sketch show, TWTTIN, with washed-up 90s Comedian Richard Herring at the helm. One of the things I love most about London is that due to the unique way the BBC is funded, people like you (and by “you” I mean, people who aren’t me) are paying for my direct entertainment.

On Tuesday, Nikki headed off to her work conference and Josh and I headed first to TGI Fridays to make the most of the food there, because Josh has been obsessing over the chicken BLT he had a fortnight ago to the point where he eventually tried to make his own to tide him over until we could return to TGI’s. He ended up with some horrible mockery of a BLT that, while he claims it was good, clearly was nothing more than an insult to the TGI version and what’s more, didn’t have any B in it. But still. We then went to the Soho Theatre to see Stewart Lee. Despite the title of his show (”41st Best Stand-up”)He was probably the best stand-up comedian I’ve ever seen. There was not a duff joke in the entire set and his handling of comedy is nothing short of masterful. He even did a joke about obscure Marvel Comics character, The Watcher, and then announced that the people who got that joke were his real audience, which certainly pleased me, because I did get it.

TodayI went to buy comics. Not just any comics, of course - the new Scott Pilgrim. There are few things on this planet that can cause my stony heart to melt, but if you’d read Scott Pilgrim you’d understand. I had to stop 2 chapters into reading the most recent volume because I just can’t bring myself to finish it so quickly. Forbidden Planet didn’t have any copies and I was all prepared to go back home Pilgrimless and defeated, but thankfully Orbital Comics saved me from this horrible fate. Meanwhile, Word War Hulk brought itself to an underwhelming and odd conclusion, once again teaching me the cold, hard truth that you should never get your hopes up about anything because you’ll simply be disappointed. Oh well.