Wednesday, 7th June.
Man Of Leisure
Last night I had a World Class Sleep. Oooooh, quality.
I spent the afternoon shopping. I trundled off to the Camden
Markets, in...err...Camden. There were heaps of shoe stores, and
stacks of clubbing gear. I nearly bought myself a ridiculous jacket,
but sanity intervened at the critical moment.
After my brush with shiny nylon, I went into a store that had
music of indeterminate origin playing on the PA. They had a whole
rack of tracksuit tops, and a lady with a thick accent invited me to
try some on. So I did, but none of them were long enough, or they
just weren't my colour. I asked her what the music was that was
being played. She said it was Turkish. Glad I didn't guess out loud
that it was Greek. She then asked me where I was from. Australia,
I replied. She told me that I speak very good English. I thanked her.
I ended up buying a
couple of shirts at a second-hand shop called Rokit.
Now there was heaps of gear at Rokit. I tried on the shirts I
had selected, had a quick squiz at myself in the mirror, and decided
to take the pair. Some people take shopping for clothes a little bit
more seriously than me. There had been one excruciatingly skinny
bloke trying on trousers for the entire time I was in the shop. He
was trying on gonad crushers in the main.
(Obviously had little concern for his fertility.)
He'd don a pair, then
parade around in front of the mirrors in the middle of the shop.
He was putting on quite a show for everyone else in the store, although
he didn't have to grab his arse so much. That was a bit too much.
This evening I did something I hadn't done for a while...I
paid for internet access! Blimey!