Lazy

I've been lazy. The blog has taken a back seat to the various other activities that dominate every day. There's just one thing that's on my mind at the moment: Victoria Beckam's pout. It gives me the irrits. If I have to see her putting on that pouty visage one more time I think I'm going to scream. It puts me in mind of a 12 year old in front of the mirror trying to be sophisticated. Gah!

(Yet another worthy recipient of the small things that irritate me tag).

Another thing which winds me up is seeing people carrying back-packs without having done up the waist strap. Even worse, seeing people carrying big heavy back-packs over one shoulder, bent over with the weight of it. What's wrong with these people? A heavy back-pack has all these straps and pulleys in order to make carrying a heavy load less of a burden and to avoid you fucking up your back. Do yourselves a favour back-packing freaks, and use them bags as intended. [This message is written in genuine response to the concern I feel for the population's spinal health and in no way reflects just random irritation at the dumb things that people do].

Speaking of dumb things to do, I tried to slice off my finger with the bread knife yesterday. I'm having difficulty typing with my forefinger all trussed up. This time yesterday I would have been bleeding all over the keyboard... I mean, how hard is it to cut a slice of bread? Not rocket science this bread slicing business, but somehow sapient iguana can't perform the act without trying to provide a slice of finger to go with it.

It's healing.

I'm going to Australia on Wednesday. M is going to come over after me - her first visit to Australia's sunny climes - and we'll do the touristy thing in Sydney, after Melbourne. Yeee - three whole weeks off from central London congestion and workplace drudgery. I can't wait. :-)