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So, you all remember that part where Katie and I get our groceries delivered by Sainsbury’s, right? Actually, surveying the evidence at hand, I should probably say that Katie and I get our groceries “delivered” by Sainsbury’s. As in, allegedly. As in, not last night. We only barely escaped having to scrape out the insides of the freezer again. We have no food. I was reduced to baking cookies (with water instead of milk) at half past nine in the evening just so we didn’t starve.
Following this, I rang up Sainsbury’s to (a little wearily, a little ruefully) request the location of our delivery. Tragedy! the person on the phone informed me. Delivery man dead! 0.o Or, OK, not dead, but in an accident that morning. Tut, said I. Dommage, said I. Was everyone else in accident, too? Was that why nobody, during the course of the day, tried to get in touch to convey this sad news? Anyway, blah blah fucking blah, you know what, I’ve had so many tragic tales of our Sainsbury’s deliveries that I really can’t find it in me to explain the ins and outs of this one. Hopefully we will have food on Friday. Pray for us, darlings.*
Woo. Lords shot down terrorist legislation. Aces. Though I was pissed off to read an article where Lord West was reported as saying that rah need such legislation otherwise terrorists will be let free onto the streets!! OMG! Terrorists! On the streets! Lock them up! Quick! Except, loath as I am to contradict Lord West, of course terrorists are not being allowed to roam the streets. The people who are being (in the context of this debate) allowed to roam the streets are, of course, people against whom, after being held for 28 days, there is not sufficient evidence to make a charge. Which is a slightly different kettle of fish.
Just finished reading vol 1 of Scott Pilgrim, which was really ace. I have ordered vol 2 and Katie is ordering vol 3. See how we work like an oiled machine, there… Also ordered another Hush Sound album, because I really, really like their music.
Jade and I have been having a pome-off. It started thus:
Jade
Her soul is decayed
Like moulding leaves
Or ragged sleeves
Or compost
Jade followed up with:
Laura
Her poo is blue
She is too
Like picasso’s bloody period
She is a monthly pain
In my soulless brain
To which I, delighted, responded:
With jewellery that’s chunky
And the mind of a monkey
Jade rocks
My socks
Jade came back with:
With strawberry blonde hair
And a mouth that has no care
Laura Rocks
My socks!!!!!
And I finished her off with:
You’ve no creativity
Like a star in a nativity
Wandering aimlessly, blind
To the search inside its mind
For individuality
(Which subsequently I feared might be harsh, though she seemed to quite enjoy it!)
* Metaphorically.
Following this, I rang up Sainsbury’s to (a little wearily, a little ruefully) request the location of our delivery. Tragedy! the person on the phone informed me. Delivery man dead! 0.o Or, OK, not dead, but in an accident that morning. Tut, said I. Dommage, said I. Was everyone else in accident, too? Was that why nobody, during the course of the day, tried to get in touch to convey this sad news? Anyway, blah blah fucking blah, you know what, I’ve had so many tragic tales of our Sainsbury’s deliveries that I really can’t find it in me to explain the ins and outs of this one. Hopefully we will have food on Friday. Pray for us, darlings.*
Woo. Lords shot down terrorist legislation. Aces. Though I was pissed off to read an article where Lord West was reported as saying that rah need such legislation otherwise terrorists will be let free onto the streets!! OMG! Terrorists! On the streets! Lock them up! Quick! Except, loath as I am to contradict Lord West, of course terrorists are not being allowed to roam the streets. The people who are being (in the context of this debate) allowed to roam the streets are, of course, people against whom, after being held for 28 days, there is not sufficient evidence to make a charge. Which is a slightly different kettle of fish.
Just finished reading vol 1 of Scott Pilgrim, which was really ace. I have ordered vol 2 and Katie is ordering vol 3. See how we work like an oiled machine, there… Also ordered another Hush Sound album, because I really, really like their music.
Jade and I have been having a pome-off. It started thus:
Jade
Her soul is decayed
Like moulding leaves
Or ragged sleeves
Or compost
Jade followed up with:
Laura
Her poo is blue
She is too
Like picasso’s bloody period
She is a monthly pain
In my soulless brain
To which I, delighted, responded:
With jewellery that’s chunky
And the mind of a monkey
Jade rocks
My socks
Jade came back with:
With strawberry blonde hair
And a mouth that has no care
Laura Rocks
My socks!!!!!
And I finished her off with:
You’ve no creativity
Like a star in a nativity
Wandering aimlessly, blind
To the search inside its mind
For individuality
(Which subsequently I feared might be harsh, though she seemed to quite enjoy it!)
* Metaphorically.
