Nearly a week too. And with a whole lotta nothing to report. Just several days of being...
Rudely awakened by radio, having not slept enough.
A quick Swimwash.
Work. Stress. Answer phones. Wonder where I went wrong.
Stay up too late because I want to, dammit.
Bed past midnight.
French fucking neighbour wakes me up with his music.
Phone council in the morning.
I would ideally like to add to the mix...
Eating healthier and stop eating Simpsons promotional Kit Kats.
Visiting a gym at least 4 times a week.
Stopping smoking altogether.
And finally, getting some kind of fucking clue as to what to do with myself.
Women, for now, can wait. Because of course they're all forming an orderly queue and getting impatient.
So as a change of pace, I went to see the filming of Mock the Week tonight. Being intrinsically shy, I was apprehensive enough just being in the audience, so I guess that's one possible career move - Stand-Up Comedian - out the fucking window.
I knew this half-hour programme may actually take three hours to film, so I wasn't let down as it dragged on. And on. And on, to the point where I started to feel less stupid about clapping like an automaton, and actually began enjoying myself to a very small degree.
Haven't got much to say about the programme though. I don't watch it as it is. It's not Have I Got News For You, after all.
Walking home from the BBC backwards (I was keeping an eye out for a bus), I noticed that Shepherd's Bush is particularly unpleasant when you're stone cold sober. It's not that nice when you're drunk either, if I'm being honest.
And in that walk home (I walked so far I decided to renounce the bus) I was accosted by two aggressive bums for money, watched a hideously paralytic man collapse on the pavement (his confused friend standing over his prone body gave me a suitable reason to keep walking), and grimaced as a women strapped into gurney was loaded into an ambulance as the Police took statements.
There. This is what happens when I'm feeling forced to update my blog. Happy?
And as an addendum, something very surreal may happen this week. I can't say what it is just yet, but it's odd. And may involve me 'outing' myself.