Crikey, today’s been long. It’s still 20 minutes till home time and I’m having problems getting through the day.
Had a lovely weekend, which wasn’t particularly exciting by most people’s standards, but was just enjoyable.
Bluewater! What a place – it comes to something when you’re praising a shopping centre because it’s child-friendly and easy to get round! Seriously, though, it made for an interesting afternoon, rather than sitting at home doing nothing.
Shame we both got the date of the Farmer’s market wrong – could have sworn it was this weekend, but of course, it was last weekend. Muppet!
Anyway, today’s almost over and I’ve tired of researching social networking sites – they’re all the same after a while. Not that it stops me surfing and checking out different people’s lives. Being nosey is great, isn’t it?
Does everyone have a personal space issue, or not? I accept that a lot of trains, buses and trains have extremely narrow seats, but does this mean that everyone has to tut whenever the person next to them touches them, or gets slightly too close?
In fact, I want to know if it’s generally a London thing, or if it’s something that people suffer from the world over.
So, we all have to take public transport at some point and we surely have to accept that this means we have to get close to people we aren’t well acquainted with. In which case, get over your personal issues.
There’s no real reason why this came to me today – I have to cope with different types, sizes and species of people every day on my journey to and from work and have no problem sitting next to people. Probably just a London thing…
Get this! In Russia, they’re having trouble keeping the criminals down, so what have they invested in? Hi-tech computer systems to track the malefactors? More manpower to flood the streets with? Don’t be silly, this is Russia we’re talking about.
Nooo, what they’ve done is bought a couple of new vehicles for the force. But we’re not talking zhigulis, or Ladas – they’ve put a ton of roubles behind five zeppelins. Yup, you read that right. Those big pointy balloon things that are so inexorably connected with Stairways to Heaven, cricket at Lords and explosions after WW1.
I bet the Russian Mafia were shaking in their boots when they read Pravda that morning! Pheweee – perhaps Scotland Yard are looking into bringing back Penny Farthings were the bobbies on the beat. You can just see it now, can’t you?
“Office Karkov, there is a man mugging a lady on Nevsky Prospect.” “Certainly, sir, I’ll just get Officer Titov and head off down there in the Zeppelin.”