The website said it shuts at 7.00pm - ample time to sit on the bus on the way over there. Been feeling that my creative juices have been drying up - need time contemplating nothing as well as time doing exciting outrageous things to keep the thought processes going (neither of which have been forthcoming of late).
The bus driver was jerky. I wish they'd introduce a system for rating bus drivers like they do on blog listing sites. There could be a panel actually on the bus with buttons to press that indicate to some central system in the depot how well the driver is doing - smooth, jerky, heavy on the brakes, too fast, too slow etc. Then when too many complaints of a particular nature occured - they could call the bus driver and give him feedback on how to improve the journey from the passengers' perspective.
Trip to Wood Green. Place of gangs of single mums and double buggies hogging the pavement. Where its been necessary to build a Boots with a revolving door that can accomodate two buggies abreast. There's something awful about shopping malls - shopping indoors - that's soulless like being at the airport. Identikit shops. Identikit clothes. Place of men with huge gold necklaces and girls with pink eyeshadow and piercings over their lip with diamonds in. Hair like peacock's tail feathers. Skin tight jeans with writing all over them or tackpants with hottie scrawled across the arse. And bloody Superdrug shut at 6.22pm.
But I did see this on the way home - ever grown your toenails long? Can't imagine how you walk if you don't have stacked shoes on. Or how uncomfortable closed toe shoes would be!
Oh and theres only 119 shopping days until Christmas so get your crackers at Boots NOW!?!?!?!
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