On Wednesday lunchtime I meet Mean and we play out and Mean tells me a story from the gym where he goes, which is quite a gay gym even though Mean tells us that he’s straight and the story is: Mean is walking around and somebody has left an open can of something on the floor and Mean accidentally kicks it and spills it on the floor without noticing and then he hears somebody saying in a gay tone (according to Mean – I take no responsibility for this story – especially as the person might be reading this) “Idiot”.
Then Mean turns around and says “You fucking what”, because Mean actually thinks that he’s young and he’s black and his hat’s real low and not just in the comedy way that I do. Then they argue a bit more on a normal level I guess and then they walk away.
This isn’t enough for Mean though who feels like a real man this evening and he proceeds to stare at the guy for the next five minutes, which is followed by a lull for ten minutes, which is followed by Mean walking past the guy and saying “You wanna watch yourself mate”, then the guy says “What?” and then Mean…
…does the gesture where you run your finger across your neck, the gesture that implies you’re going to slit somebody’s throat.
I really don’t know whether sometimes people just do completely ridiculous things like that, just to give me something to write in the blog.
In the afternoon, back in the office, some woman who’s Polish, maybe Romanian (Czech?) is back from a holiday in Poland, maybe Romania (Czechia?) and she’s brought some chocolates in, chocolates I would usually refrain from but I decide to give her a chance, I suppose she had to fight the military dictatorship or whatever it is that they have over there to get them across the border, so I have three.
Later in the evening I watch the Apprentice just to see people humiliate themselves by having completely the wrong priorities in life in order to make myself feel better for having none and then I go to bed.
On Thursday it’s London Mayor election day so at lunchtime I meet up with Mean and I ask Mean who are you going to vote for and Mean says XXX and the poof. (you vote for first and second choice). Then he says, who are you going to vote for and I say YYY and the poof. So even though we’re voting for opposite people and we could well not turn up because we’re going to cancel each other’s votes anyway, we decide that we really should turn up and vote because we’re both voting for the poof as a second choice and we could still make a difference.
Then I go back to building were I play the role of “office worker” every Monday to Friday from 0930 to 1730 and then I go to the gym.
After the gym I go and vote for YYY and the poof and for this voting event, I’m wearing khaki shorts from Ralph Lauren, a navy t-shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch and brown Timberland deck shoes.
Then I go back home and watch Frasier and then Scott comes and we hang out and then he leaves and then I go to bed.
If you haven’t seen it already, have a look at the London Preppy wikipedia entry (as written by Trybaby), you better hurry up before it gets pulled down. Why the fuck not/