Litter on the breeze, escalators, council estates and that sort of thing…
It’s been a strange day.
I listened to Suede on my I-Pod (inspired by that book what I did get for a quid) and then they were playing in the pub. Not in person, mind, as they all went splitty uppy after the drugs, guitar solos, more drugs, big lurgees and fighting and stuff. It must have been unofficial Suede day. Strange. But why?
I did the commute to London as I was on the grown-ups’ table at a big meeting at Book Shop HQ. Wandering down pissy alley and then wandering round in the relative darkness of the building trying to find a light switch: Strange. Being a relative adult all day and keeping the weirdness in: Strange again. Lots of lovely food and a trip to a certain massive comic shop that also sells other nerdy things later made me rather pleased.
Veronica Mars scored its best ever rating in the big important age (youngish people) ratings group. About bloody time. We love you, Veronica.
Jinkies!
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