Pointless Walks......

So all she does is dance ALL DAY? And people watch her? What is wrong with the world? What is wrong with me? Lonely I guess. Some girl dancing in America is the closest I can get to company. She's not even my type. Anyhow. Weird weather because it's kind of cold and yet kind of warm at the same time, Super hard to explain. You kind of have to be here. Watched a couple of films. Free Solo is the the doc that won the Oscar. It's about climbing. V.Good. 4 G's. Bad Times at the El Royale is also pretty good. Far too long though. Needs to lose half an hour and it's very unsurprising in the way it tries to be surprising. 3 G's. In other news everyone is mad panicking at work as they have massively overstaffed the place again. Like they do EVERY YEAR and everyone is sitting around doing nothing. Assassins Creed is OK. Can't really play it and listen to podcasts though which is what I try to do. My reading is predictably terrible. The cows are still hi...

100. Wow. I really don't have a life. Half watching Attack the Block fam. I saw this at the cinema. When we saw EVERYTHING at the cinema. Happy times. It went ok. We ate Doritos and drank fizzy wine and the only complaint was that the salsa was too chunky. What can I do? The Oscars were ok. 2 1/2 hours flew by. It's lost about 90 mins by not having a host. Carry on doing that. Sophie from Peep Show won. Withnail didn't. Happy / Sad. I have ONLY eaten Dorito's today. And some jelly beans. Walked the dog. Had a bath. Average. Bought Assassins Creed (again) which I seem to do nearly every year. I imagine I will play it for about 2 hours and then never ever go back to it (which I seem to do every year). £50 well spent. Blood Orange vodka as you asked. I need to remember to unlock the door. Maybe it might be better if I didn't. Let see how that works out. Say hello. Please. I miss you. Watching Twitch a lot which I don't really understand. I like th...

Watched The Mother of Tears for the second time in 12 years. It's still terrible. Things we used to do #1 We used to watch the Oscars together. It was a thing. We used to get dressed up and drink fizzy wine and eat cheesy nachos. It was fun. It was a mass panic trying to avoid finding out who had won. We did it. We did it for years and years and years. Last year you decided you would sooner go out with your mum. Cheers. So I haven't watched them yet. I did however go on the internet and immediately had two of the winners thrown at me like spoiler bricks. I was trying to avoid as I do in the hope we can watch them tomorrow. There will be no dressing up. There will be no fizzy wine and there will be no cheesy nachos (unless I make effort which I am pretty sure will be a massive waste of time and money). I imagine you won't want to watch them for 'reasons' so let's see how that works out. Let's see how that works out. Food allergy is a massive thing at ...

So I have started reading something proper. I am re-reading The Bell Jar and as expected I am reading about one page a day. I just don't think my mind wants something deep at the moment. Nothing to think about. I have been watching loads of shit films (hello Good Luck Chuck, Instant Family and The Package). I just need my mind to be in a neutral gear. My attention span has always been terrible. I am either not interested at all or very rarely super interested. This explains my obsession with constantly playing Dark Souls. Or does it? I am not sure what I am saying at the moment. What I am thinking. What I am doing. I am really just writing this for the sake of writing it. I know that if I stop I will stop forever and let it go out into the ether. 202554 people have watched a man complaining about a hotel room, That includes me. I have been for a walk and eaten two decent type meals only one of which I made. I also made far too much egg for sandwiches so I have been living o...

And then the idiots walked in... With their headphones and their music and their little private worlds. With their phones and no headphones to broadcast to the world. And then the idiots walked in… With their problems and their windows that they never had time to look out. With their instant microwave burgers that hid their disease so very well, And then the idiots walked in… And they parked their scooters in their lockers and quietly walked away. Posting their Jalfrazzi so the world could come and see it and say how much they loved it. And then the idiots walked in… Laying on their trampolines and soaking in the summer. They realise its February and push the rain away. And the idiots walked in… With their season passes and their unlockables and there free to pay esthetic. With their 4K HDR and 64K ram packs and forget their rubber keyboards. With their rice that they start sniffing and their endless leaving meals. With their visits to the car wash and ...

There is an argument that Come Dine with Me is the greatest program ever on television. Now is not the time for that argument, but it's there. It's like a late summer day in February. I hung my washing out and it mostly dried. You like to think you are over the hump of winter but its probs hiding around the corner just waiting to fuck you up. I seem to be interested in The Division 2 to the extent I have spent £92 on it. Who knew? Other than that, a day off. Did a bit of shopping and walked the dog. Played some games that I didn't really enjoy and planned for when I am abandoned. An all night party with supermodels (well not supermodels as they all seem like a bunch of cunts but pretty 'girl next door types') lots of drugs and a bottle or two of spirits. I am not sure what spirits as I don't seem to like them any more but some. It will have to be done. I will have to invent a program that locks out all form of communication for that night otherwise thing...

I first heard them say your name yesterday. Then they said it today. I hadn't heard anyone say your name in a long time. A long time since you died. They said you were coming back. It couldn't be you could it? You couldn't do that. I didn't know how I would feel. I felt a sense of dread. Then I was tense. I didn't want to collapse again. You couldn't come back. Why would you? How could you? You were dead and buried and had a new face. Redesigned. A new you. Still the old you. Then I felt excited. Then I felt happy. I hadn't seen you in so long. I had stopped laying flowers at your grave a long time ago. I had to. Every flower had a piece of me in it. I didn't want to know you were not in your own heaven. Not blissfully happy and flying with the angels. You lived in a cottage by an open fire. You baked for your children while a guitar played an actual tune in the background. You were the tomorrow. I couldn't imagine a life without you in...