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This week I’m starting to read The Secret History by Donna Tartt again, which is a book so brilliant that it has to be read repeatedly in three year intervals maximum, and it’s also the book that I’m reading this Thursday evening after work, on the tube on my way to Scott’s house.
For this tube journey I’m wearing: white plimsolls from Urban Outfitters, knee-length Ted Baker blue/white stripy shorts, an orange t-shirt of Scott’s that he left in my house so I might as well wear it and leave it at his, big navy Ralph Lauren bag with Friday’s work and gym clothes.
But the tube journey turns out to be very distracting, and even though I can almost put up with this blonde straight kid with big pale biceps standing opposite me with his girlfriend, when at South Kensington this dark haired straight kid with enormous West London hair, soft cotton shirt, jeans and navy espadrilles, I have to stop reading and take their pictures.
And these pictures are…
Blonde kid with big pals biceps and girlfriend:
Four Nytol later I’m in bed.
On Friday I go to work where we play this game where my colleagues pretend that they care, my boss pretends that he actually gave it two seconds thought when deciding what our 6-month bonuses should be, and I pretend that I’m actually there.
After work I go and buy two pairs of espadrilles to emulate the guy from the tube (not navy though, white and yello) and then…
…I go to the gym where I do chest and abs, Superman tells me that he thought the tattoo on my leg was either my name or the names of my children, I tell him that I’m childless, he tells me what his tattoos mean, we tell each other that we should really stop getting more, but we know it's addictive.
On Friday night I start thinking about my flight to Sydney a bit more, consider buying a Round The World ticket so I can make a few stops on the way, come up with an itinerary which involves traveling over America instead of Asia (I don’t want to mention yet which cities I’ll be stopping at until it’s confirmed), panic because it sounds like a logistical nightmare, email ___ who works for BA and ask him whether he can help me get cheaper tickets, go to bed at 0200…
…stay up until 0400 when I take some Nytol again, wake up at 0800, stay in bed unable to sleep until 0930, get up and start hating this fucking Saturday already because I haven’t slept and my day is already ruined.