I went to Milletts and bought some Peter North walking trainers in the sale — £20.
So I accidentally sort of had to go to the little sports shop off Chiswick High Road and accidentally sort of look at running shoes and after much crap was talked by both the man and the wallet-man (me) I have walked out of the shop with the most expensive running daps they had.
Well. It’s a sunny day. And there’s a recession on. And who knows — the burbling shop man may turn out to be an avid reader of my work when I become an accidentally sort of published (I told you the sun was out, it’s going to my head). So he may end up paying for them over time. If I’m very productive. And he has a fondness for hardbacks.
While I’m obviously having a credit card meltdown I think I may buy some rustic bread from Sainsburys and construct some sort of continental sandwich (that’s a sandwich with lots of consonants and garlic).
And then I will sit down and watch the last episode of Generation Kill on the Sky Plus. And you know — accidentally sort of have some cups of tea.
And then I will very quietly whisk my fabulously expensive shooz from their paper packaging and take them for a gentle workout on the treadie while cheering on the Spanish Armada beat thingy’s team. Thingy being the Fetch member whose name has just escaped me.
It’s a sunny day. Stop typing man. And stop reading. All is good with my world. Despite accidentally sort of deserting New Balance in these troubled times. You never forget your first love (Asics).
Sigh. And if there’s any trouble, I bought some zinc oxide tape as well. It seemed like the only glue-based-supportive-technology-bandages they would understand.
Got to go. Sanity cashing cheques that reality can’t handle. ;o) (ie hungry now, off for that baguette).
