for chips and for freedom i could die

what sort of time is 8 o'clock for any self respecting chip shop to be closed? frankly, it just ain't good enough. after successfully negotiating my way home around kennington and to vauxhall in the rain, onto the right train, and the right bus, i expect to be able to stuff a load of greasy food in my face in a sure fire attempt to counteract the effects of a reasonable amount of tasty beer stuff. a nasty dry, tesco prawn sandwich just does not have the same effect.

carry my joy on the left, carry my pain on the right

hello everybody, long time no write. anyway, what to talk about today? firstly i should point out that it's a beautiful day and i'm stuck in work. it's also quite possibly the last nice day we're gonna see before 2005. what makes matters worse is the fact that nothing's fucking working so i've been sat here since half 8 with work piling up and no chance of doing anything. the highlight of the day seems to involve me wandering up in to tescos in the sunshine in a minute or two to buy an overpriced sandwich (whatever happened to those tasty ginsters southern chicken wrap things tesco/esso used to provide me on a regular basis). So yeah, life's a bitch, not as much of a bitch admittedly as spending the best part of 5 hours trying to get home from whipsnade yesterday, thanks to some muppet throwing a load of concrete all over the m25. hooray for spending 2 hours going 10 miles and then an exotic and overly elaborate detour via tourist attractions including a model village, windsor castle, legoland, runnymede and thorpe park (or yeah, slough too). looks like tomorrow's gonna be a long day - what's not to love about spending friday night in front of a mac? quite a lot in fact, but then it's payday next week so it's not as if i've got the money for a social life at the moment. at the moment the joy:pain ratio's around about 50:50, thanks mostly to the sun being out and listening to good and weird music (including that lovely bjork woman's new and very very strange album - in all good record stores now). right, belly's rumbling so i guess it's time for a trip to lunchville.