i-want-more

Faster Hazelcat! Kill! Kill!

I've just found out that the QOTSA are playing a gig at 1 in the morning on Friday at Koko. Oh my gawd. Very tempted by that...but only 12 hours before the funeral, it's not really the done thing, is it?!

Yesterday evening I was feeling every inch the retired riot grrrl, knitting on the train while listening to the latest Sleater-Kinney. how very Bust of me. It was all going well until my dull next-door neighbour got on the bus at Richmond and then proceeded to try to hold a conversation, despite the fact that I was concentrating quite intently on the yarn in front of me. Like a child, I feel quite sure that at one point he went out of his way to put me off my stitching deliberately so I could devote time to listen to him.

He freaks me out. He's an accountant (one that specialises in internal auditing, apparently, which I think says it all - the kind of accountant who finds that you've been ordering twice as many biros and reports you to your HOD). He's in his mid-forties, single, balding and creepy. This glorious package is topped off with a big fat superiority complex and a snide manner. He has gotten on my nerves for a long time now - I dread seeing him on the bus. He only has three topics of conversation: his work, real ale pubs and the small estate where we live. Yet he has no interest in anything I say to him, I might as well be a deaf-mute.

*the rest of this message was edited on the insistence of JJ. The killjoy*

posted by deafdisco @ 11:47 am