Jimmy0010’s Weblog

Explanation of last nights post. To the unsuspecting reader I can understand people thinking I was sat alone in a darkened room, weeping into a glass of Pinot Grigio, perhaps scribbling out the faces of old girlfriends, and pining them to a faded-wall, a bit like they do in trashy-horror films; but no. The reality is, I went out and got a little bit ‘tipsy’, inexplicably got home (the details are still a bit furry) became incredibly nostalgic, as you do, and decided to share it with the world. No ‘biggy’. 

In other news, I apologize for not posting more regularly, (more regularly? that doesn’t sound right…) I’m working on a post, but to be honest the subject is of such confusion and contention at the moment, Im struggling to put it all in a blog.  

I went to Birmingham today. Today’s Saturday, meaning it was incredibly busy, and full of vile people. Why do people walk twice as slow when its busy? Its Hell. Get out as quick as you can; don’t lengthen your time in there, meandering around like a bewildered tit. I hated it; in fact I was close to smothering myself in  a cloths rack, but with all items at 70% off, I doubt anyone would of even noticed my lifeless corpse lying there; I’ve seen women throw their own babies at other women to get that last blouse in a sale… (blouse? It was the first garment that came to hand, and I’m sticking with it. I like it, It’s archaic and nostalgic – the sort of word my Nan’d use) and whats the point in a protest-death if no one notices you? Thats where self-immolation monks have got it right; the ones who burn themselves to death in protest. It might be a bit sore, but it certainly draws attention to yourself. Make sure you tell people what you’re protesting about though first…. I also sneezed on a woman’s head while on an escalator. That cheered me up. 

The reason I was in birmigham, was to get a Mothers Day card etc. But I also went to buy a MacBook Air. Don’t tell me; “It’s underpowered; The battery’s all rubbish; It’s too expensive! You can get something far less attractive for only X amount…”  Yes. I know. I just want one; It was out of stock anyway. I was sort of glad… I’ve made about three trips into Birmingham with the intention of buying the Air, each trip ending with me bottling-out and texting Alex/Nerimon with “Convince me I want a MacBook Air…” 

Ah, well…