Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Earthquakes and haircuts
I've only got two things of any importance to say.
1. Yes, there was an earthquake here in Blighty. No, it wasn't anything to do with me. Yes, it woke me up. Well, partially. I thought it was a ruddy big train going by, then, when it got louder and more shakey, I realised it wasn't a train. I never for one minute thought it might've been an actual real life earthquake.
As I lay in bed getting hot and prickly wondering what was going on, I eventually decided that it was a ruddy big alien spaceship coming in for a landing. Then the shaking stopped and I fell straight back to sleep.
It wasn't until I got to work this morning and heard people talking about The Earthquake that I remembered last night's shaking and realised that I hadn't dreamt it.
2. I got my hair cut by someone other than my usual barber yesterday. The reason for this change in hair-handlers is that the usual guy stupidly fell off his moped, or something, breaking his arm amongst other things, and so is unable to work. The guy that the barbershop has temporarily brought in to pick up the slack, is a younger, chavvier model (not strutting, pouting model - too ugly). He raced through my hair rather roughly, but it wasn't unpleasant. He also moved my head around like it was the rearview mirror on his car - twisting me this way and that! The end result is a haircut that I like. A lot.
I feel like I've cheated on him - The usual guy, not the new guy.
P.S. Connie & Pigface: My 'fissure' is very small and very particular about what it 'sucks in'. 'The whole country', indeed...
P.P.S. My fishcake tastes funny but I'm going to finish eating it anyway. Please see this post if you have a sense of deja vu. I'm going to try and drown it in wine!