On Sunday I have to do my weekly food shopping, and this is a task that he become progressively more difficult over the last few weeks, because I have started eating a lot more and to be honest it’s a fucking pain carrying all these bags back. But I’m not desperate enough yet to try ordering online again, because if they even omit a single yogurt or banana or something, my weekly schedule will be completely thrown and this is a disaster I’m not willing to put up with. Especially now that I feel relatively balanced mentally and I haven’t taken Valium for, what, two weeks?
Well I’m actually taking Valium on Friday ahead of something I’m doing, but that’s a different story I’m not ready to tell yet.
So anyway, in order to carry all the shopping back I come up with the brilliant idea that I should use my little scooter, a little scooter that served me well when I was 21. And this might seem ridiculous, but it’s actually very practical and I don’t have to lift all these bags, I just have to load them on the scooter and err...scoot back.
And Scott is there of course to take pictures of this major event and I’m here to post them.
For this shopping trip I'm wearing a pair of Diesel jeans, brown Timberland deck shoes, a grey sweat top from Boxfresh and a navy blue Energie jacket.
On Sunday evening another blogger who will remain anonymous sends me an email with the picture of a guy he saw on the tube and the following description:I saw the preppiest guy i have ever seen in my whole entire life. He was so preppy it was like it was on purpose. He had: the most amazing bouffant wavy hair; he was quite young - and was listening to his iPod and had brown leather shoes on, chinos with a double-breasted navy blue jacket with gold buttons AND EMBROIDERY ON THE BREAST POCKET!!! - a white shirt and tie with various stripes of blue. All he was missing was a Yale certificate and a lacrosse stick. He even has the preppy pose of one-hand-in-pocket: the other not engaging in too much surface on the tube...
However, not having had the chance to do any of these things, I suppose what I can take away from this description and this picture is the fantastic hand position exhibited by this person. And I promise to myself that I will never touch anything again with my whole hand in public (particularly on public transport), but I will just rest two of my fingers in a nonchalant / I’m too good for this place / “so this is the tube then” manner.