22.12.98 - You want a piece of me?!

I booked another half day of my annual leave and went into London this afternoon. My day was not turning out really well and I could sense early on that it would be "one of those days". I came home and ate a sandwich and got ready really quickly, forgetting Peter's birthday card as I strode out of the door and down the road. My mobile phone refused to connect (and still does as a matter of fact) telling me that it is "searching for networks". It just flashes at me saying that all the time and I fear that my identity has somehow been erased from the network altogether. Oh well, looks like Vodafone will be getting a snotty phone call from me tomorrow (from a Mercury line!). I was mildly irritated by this as I knew that people were likely to want to get hold of me or try to leave messages. For all I know I could have messages waiting for me at the recall centre. Grrrrrrr.

Shopping on London was not as bad as I had imagined. London always seems busy to me and unless you've been there you really can't take it all in. I have heard people from other countries say how amazing it all is and far larger than life than they had imagined. To me its just London...plain and simple and everything else now seems tame and a wee bit boring. I struggled to a couple of shops and then waited outside Tower Records for Peter. I get paranoid that people will think I am some kind of rent boy or pervert for hanging around there but luckily Peter was not long. He apologised for being late which didn't matter because he wasn't really. It was strange to see him dressed in his work clothes as I am used to seeing him in his casual wear (dude!). We went on to do some shopping but as I had really done the two things I wanted to do I just let him take lead and do his bits of shopping and I just went along for the ride. We went in some strange shops including "American Retro" and some memorabilia type place in Soho but mostly ended up walking round book shops. After a while of wandering round and Peter getting stressed because he didn't know what to buy people we stopped off for something to eat.

Once the shopping was done Peter was really stressed (sheesh, he has no stamina for stressful situations!... maybe its an age thing as he has 10 years on me) and just wanted to go home. I was a bit disappointed because I had wanted to go round a bit more or stop off for a drink but hey remember this was "one of those days" so I was never going to get what I wanted was I? We walked to Holborn station and split up, I took the Central line and he took Piccadilly line home. I went back to Selfridges and bought my Mum some chocolates as an early Christmas present (which she was thrilled with. hehe). Oh God.... did you really want me to bore you with details of my shopping day? Tough... I'm not backspacing now after all that!

When I got home I checked my e-mail and Pauline had e-mailed me from work to say that she has a linking problem with some spreadsheets at work and was just giving me advance warning that it would need to be sorted out tomorrow. Aargh! I hate linking problems... I bet its something really dumb and simple but linking problems always take FOREVER to sort out. Just what we don't need right before Christmas, especially when people are likely to want the waiting list figures from these spreadsheets.

Pauline's husband predictably went psycho about the gifts I got and gave to Pauline. He made some dumbass comment about the silly idea of her messing around with me and then went on to say "Well he can buy presents for you but he's NOT buying presents for MY son again". What a monumental, fucking idiot asshole. I'm sorry for swearing like that but there are just some people who are not fit to be described with anything other than swear words. I hope she hurries up and realises that she's married to a dipshit and leaves him. Oops... it's none of my business really so I should shut the hell up.

The 'friends' situation I talked about in my last entry seems to be setting down a bit. I'm still a big screw up about things like that but at least I haven't made things worse with any of them. I tried my best to sort one out and hopefully its ok now. I went out with Sri last night and felt so rough that we had to call an end to the night earlier than expected. I had several coughing fits and after eating a double whopper with cheese from Burger King I decided I had to go home or these coughing fits were going to make me throw it back up. I should have listened to my mother and gone to the doctor to get some antibiotics. I guess Mum's are right... most of the time.

Well, Christmas is almost upon us and I'm ready for it now. You want a piece of me?! Come and get it Christmas!!!

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