"Is it an attack mist?"
Jun. 10th, 2009 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaletian♥ Given his choices in life, it’s really quite fortunate, when you think about it, that Nick Griffin has such an eminently punchable face…
♥ So. Tube strike. (Although apparently the Jubilee line is sort of running – what’s that about? Am confused.) I made my EPIC, EPIC journey into work. I could have got the train to Waterloo and attempt some sort of bus-related manoeuvre, but I thought, no, do not be so foolish. Every man and his dog will be attempting to get onto a bus at Waterloo. It will be hideous and all the buses will be packed and all will be trag. So, instead – and follow me closely, here – I took the train to Richmond (ha ha! travelling against the flow!) and there caught the overground train to Finchley – woo! Go me! It was about twenty minutes late getting to Finchley, but that still gave me 45 minutes to walk down to St John’s Wood (which would have been more than enough, except I popped into Waitrose to buy a yogurt or summat, except the Finchley Road Waitrose is much bigger than I was expecting and I didn’t know where anything was and OH MH GOD IT WAS SO STRESSFUL so I just flailed a bit then left, and then I went into M&S at Swiss Cottage and found a yogurt but then some random woman WAS BUYING HER ENTIRE WEEK’S SHOPPING WTF WTF? and since it was 9 am there was only about half a person behind the counter, so I had to wait. But heigh ho, I made it to work WITH A WHOLE ENTIRE MINUTE TO SPARE. Woo. \o/ TAKE THAT, RMT!!!
♥ Further to my EPIC, EPIC journey, on the train to Finchley I was sitting next to a woman who looked like Death! Actually like Death, from the comic books! I texted Katie and she warned me against letting myself be reaped (reaped? rept? anyone?), so I was very wary until Brondesbury Park, when she got off, presumably with a different reaping target in mind. So, there was that.
♥ Also, you will all, I have no doubt, be gratified to hear that I appear to have solved my crap scaly complexion problem by the power of MOISTURISING. I know. It’s like a tiny miracle. Who knew that would work?
♥ In other news, I am reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarahtales’ book (it’s shaping up nicely, btw), and by page 4 it had an unkindness of ravens. Reader, I LOLed. (Just to confirm, that’s not LOLing in a ‘what a ridiculous phrase! I scorn it!’ way, but in a ‘yes, I know that’s the correct collective noun, but it has an extra layer of OTH-based hilarity’ way.)
♥ So. Tube strike. (Although apparently the Jubilee line is sort of running – what’s that about? Am confused.) I made my EPIC, EPIC journey into work. I could have got the train to Waterloo and attempt some sort of bus-related manoeuvre, but I thought, no, do not be so foolish. Every man and his dog will be attempting to get onto a bus at Waterloo. It will be hideous and all the buses will be packed and all will be trag. So, instead – and follow me closely, here – I took the train to Richmond (ha ha! travelling against the flow!) and there caught the overground train to Finchley – woo! Go me! It was about twenty minutes late getting to Finchley, but that still gave me 45 minutes to walk down to St John’s Wood (which would have been more than enough, except I popped into Waitrose to buy a yogurt or summat, except the Finchley Road Waitrose is much bigger than I was expecting and I didn’t know where anything was and OH MH GOD IT WAS SO STRESSFUL so I just flailed a bit then left, and then I went into M&S at Swiss Cottage and found a yogurt but then some random woman WAS BUYING HER ENTIRE WEEK’S SHOPPING WTF WTF? and since it was 9 am there was only about half a person behind the counter, so I had to wait. But heigh ho, I made it to work WITH A WHOLE ENTIRE MINUTE TO SPARE. Woo. \o/ TAKE THAT, RMT!!!
♥ Further to my EPIC, EPIC journey, on the train to Finchley I was sitting next to a woman who looked like Death! Actually like Death, from the comic books! I texted Katie and she warned me against letting myself be reaped (reaped? rept? anyone?), so I was very wary until Brondesbury Park, when she got off, presumably with a different reaping target in mind. So, there was that.
♥ Also, you will all, I have no doubt, be gratified to hear that I appear to have solved my crap scaly complexion problem by the power of MOISTURISING. I know. It’s like a tiny miracle. Who knew that would work?
♥ In other news, I am reading
sarahtales’ book (it’s shaping up nicely, btw), and by page 4 it had an unkindness of ravens. Reader, I LOLed. (Just to confirm, that’s not LOLing in a ‘what a ridiculous phrase! I scorn it!’ way, but in a ‘yes, I know that’s the correct collective noun, but it has an extra layer of OTH-based hilarity’ way.)
