Last night was certainly good, I got in at 8am. Then slept until about 2pm.
Today I have been coming down/hungover and tired all at once. I decided (wisely) that what I needed was a fry up. I couldn’t afford it, but also, I couldn’t afford to go out last night, so I may as well carrying on in the downward spiral until bankruptcy again looms it’s ugly head.
Thing is, when you wake up and feel like shit, and know in the the evening you have to do a gig, it makes it very had to motivate oneself into getting up and achieving things, whether these things be as grandiose as World Peace, or as, in my case, putting some pants on.
I had to leave house at about 6.30pm to get to gig in Kew. I finally left house for ‘breakfast’ at about 5.30pm.
I live near Chapel Market, there are several greasy spoons on this road, and I as I walk down with a fiver in my pocket and a rumble in my belly they all shut. Honestly, I time it so well that they are pulling down the metal blinds of each one as I pass, like a mocking mexican full english wave. The cunts.
I am hungry.
Sainsbury’s is shut, Marks & Spencer is shut. There is nowhere to buy food.
Until…
…Glory
Boots is open, they do sandwiches, I step in, they have a chicken ceaser wrap reduced form £2.50 to 75p. The tesco’s chicken ceaser wrap is one of my favourite pre-made bought from a chiller cabinet sandwiches. I am a happy man, I also buy a mars bar.
But the sandwich is a disappointment, it is dry, with shit lettuce. And not at all a fry up.
I hate everything.