On Saturday afternoon I meet up with Scott and we go to the shops with a sole purpose: to buy t-shirts, t-shirts that can be ripped them up down the side. So we go to Bershka and Topman and H&M and Zara and the total purchases from these shops are: one green t-shirt with some writing at the front (writing which I can’t remember) to be ripped, two brown wifebeaters from Topman for £10 to be worn at the gym.
Then I go home where I proceed to rip my green t-shirt down the side, like Superman, like the animal that he is and the animal that I want to be. Then I try on the t-shirt and the look refuses to work on me, so I give up. Saying that, I don’t exactly give up all that much, because I will certainly be sporting all my ripped t-shirts at the first opportunity and I don’t care if Superman can do the look better – at the end of the day Superman can do everything better.
On Saturday evening I stay in and I try different designs for my new tattoo, a new tattoo which will be down the left side of my body and it will be an excerpt from a Bret Easton Ellis book. And this excerpt currently stands at 94 words (409 characters) and I’ve chosen to end it mid-sentence, because I like that, I like that a lot.
On Sunday I wake up and I go to the gym and for this trip to the gym I’m wearing: Energie jeans, Timberland deck shoes, pseudo-rugby top from the Gap, ridiculous backpack.
After the gym I meet up Scott and Mean and we go to Apostrophe for hot chocolate and when they serve me the hot chocolate it’s not thick enough so I complain, and then we sit down and we chat Mean informs us that the majority of straight people don’t trim down there, and we are shocked to hear that, in fact we refuse to believe it, and we consider ourselves lucky that we are not straight girls and would have to sleep with that demographic.
Are there any straight blokes or any straight girls reading this who can confirm or dispute this? What percentage of straight boys would you say groom?
Then I catch the tube with Scott to go home and then we argue over something and Scott gets off and goes back to Soho to meet up with Brendan and some others, leaving on me to travel back on my own, which is extremely inconsiderate if you take into account that I haven’t even brought a book with me.
Then I go home where I finish reading An Unquiet Mind (basically the memoir of a manic depressive psychiatrist who was so into it, she would have tried to catch it if she didn’t already have it) and then I start reading Dry by Augusten Burroughs, which is the memoir of some guy who seems a bit like me, only more alcoholic.
Thanks to readers who sent those books by the way.
Then Scott comes over and we watch the movie Renaissance Man and I play him some songs trying to make him like them (The Ting Tings, LCD Soundsystem, Suede), but Scott doesn’t get it, he never has and he never will, and then he goes home.
Finally, and this is a very random request - does anyone know where I can get old indie/'Britpop" band t-shirts? I had a quick look online and can't find what I want. And I want a Suede t-shirt.