On Thursday evening I have four days of not going to work ahead of me. And on Thursday evening I’m finding this 19% comforting and 81% upsetting, because I can already recreate the feeling of despair, hollowness and bone-crushing sadness really that will come on Monday from 2pm onwards.
So I go to the gym and then I go home and then Scott comes to mine and we head out. For this outing I have chosen to wear a pair of G-Star jeans, white Lonsdale trainers, a grey/red stripey G-star polo shirt and a look that says I have emptied my mind of all thoughts, but I know there’s this underlying sorrow that will never go away.
And we go to this bar in Soho where Scott’s friends from Matinee are working and we hang out a bit with them even though they’re all massively muscly and they make me feel anorexic and we also __ and then we go upstairs where Brendan is with some of his friends and we hang out a bit with them too.
Then I take the tube and go home and watch Frasier and go to bed.
On Friday morning I want to go and get some shorts, because I may or may not be going clubbing again very soon (= I may) and there’s nothing that I have and I want to wear. So I go to Bershka and Banana Republic and finally Armani Exchange, where I get some grey knee length shorts for £65 and then I go to the gym.
Then I go to the gym, and this is a new gym that I don’t usually go to (I’ve been there 3-4 times) and they have this very annoying foreign woman working in reception who always asks me if I want to buy one of the crappy sports drinks that they sell there on the way in. I don’t know how she came up with this ingenious idea, but it’s really needy and it makes me cringe.
So the conversation this time goes like this:
She says, after scanning my card (in heavy Eastern European accent): You want drink for your workout?
I says (in heavy Southern European accent with a very slight British enunciation though which instantly gives me the upper hand): No thanks, I’m alright.
She says: But you need hydration for your workout
I says: It’s fine, water hydrates me too
She shouts and laughs (cackles, really): No it doesn't!
I says: Did you just say that water doesn’t hydrate?
She says: No, I does. Lucozade better though. Has sodium
I says: Fine, I’ll eat some salt
She says (undeterred): You wanna buy bottle of water then?
I says: No, I’ll have the free water instead thanks
At that point I’m thinking of adding, In fact I was planning to buy a protein bar, but you’re way too pushy and I’ve changed my mind, but I don’t say that, because a) it’s too petty even for me and b) I feel sorry for her, she’s stupid, she’s foreign, what else do I want? I can’t be too much of a twat.
Then I work out.