Southampton makes me sick

I walked home from work today. It takes about 35 minutes and saves me the bus fare. Woo. You see my bank balance has led me to a healthier(ish) lifestyle. I've already lost a little bit of weight due to not eating much (That's why the 'ish' is there, I realise this isn't all that healthy). And I can't afford any cigarettes or tobacco. I just had my first one of the day which a friend offered me. It's almost 7pm. Check that out. And I was walking for an hour and 10 minutes. I think I'm going to walk to work forever. Not forever, I mean, for this job. Who knows how long I may have to commute in the future, and I don't fancy the walk from Tunbridge Wells to London every day. And then back again. I'm all for a bit of walking, but fuck out*, that's ridiculous.
Anyway, while I was walking home, I was listening to barber's adagio for strings, cos I'm a cultured bastard sometimes. Anyway, I was listening to it on repeat, and was getting into it when some twatty kid on a bike whizzed past me and ruined the moment. I nearly swore at him. Then a few thoughts went through my mind...If I HAD sworn at him, who would be in the wrong? Who would be the greater evil? Would it be the kid for being irresponsible and putting me in danger, or would it be me for chastising him for basically, not realising I was listening to such a moving piece of music and that I was feeling vulnerable, and didn't want a little wanksplat putting me off the music... the danger didn't cross my mind til I started writing this.

Right...OWN UP - Who tried to use my paypal account? I shall kill y'all. Luckily paypal is clever enough to notice a different IP address. Clever paypal.

Soo. What since last? I went to scruff - oh JOY! It was such a great night. Got drunk off the uni - I should really censor myself but meh, if the Uni offers free wine at a function which was frankly a waste of my time and effort (and shame- I do many things more worthy of shame), then I'm gonna take advantage of it. So after the Scholar's reception I trotted off to Mr Scruff, merry as a gnome.

Then on Fritag, Paddy and I went to Totton, yes you heard me TOTTON! ROCK 'N' ROLL!!! In case you don't know it's just outside Southampton. We went to the Hanger Farm Arts Centre for a comedy gig. A strange venue in the middle of nowhere. It's quite a nice place, though it took a while for the crowd to warm up. My favourite moment which seemed to bypass everyone else's 'normal' mind, was when one comic was asking what the local paper was. A few names were mentioned, but 'echo' was said a few times. I sat there giggling to myself repeating the word in an 'Airplane' stlyee, "echo, echo......echo...". It was glorious to me. No one else seemed to notice. Bastards.

Ok, so here I saved this post as a draft because I got distracted by Paddy turning up. It's now the next day and I've forgotten all the hilarious things I was going to say. They were side-splittingly, pant-shittingly funny though, take my word for it.

The comedy night continued well, the highlight was headline act Mr Richard Herring, and Josie Long was great too, though it took a while for the audience to warm to her. I ended up getting rather horrendously drunk. For free again. Well, from the kindness of Paddy and a generous comedian.

Then Bookshop work, now monday.

What do you mean I need to work on my conclusions? Who's with me on banishing conclusions in essays? JOIN THE REVOLUTION, in the next essay due, everyone join me in writing...

"In conclusion, see above and summarise"

So now, to the library. After a lovely long shower to wash away last night's disgust.

Sophie x




*Fuck out - new phrase coined by ME, copyright 2006.