The thing that makes the weekend so sick, is multi-visits to the supermarket. This is my landlocked version of Jordy’s ‘best manuever ever as voted by people who work at the companies that sponsor him’ rodeo. Today I have been twice, once for hangover pills and the second for nutrition. Supposedly I have enough food for the rest of the weekend but the yearning to return tomorrow is strong and I know something will come up that warrants it. I love the queueing, the asian adult dressed as a small child complete with bob the builder back pack and blonde wig-hat, the angry youth that mans the till and the opportunistic entrance bum who’s body odour creates a fog that I must swim in before access is granted. Here’s to the multi-visits, they remove a piece of my soul every time I step through the doors.
To combat the soul removal a photo of something excellent; a friend in a cupboard. It was there for the taking.