*Listening to Death Cab For Cutie – Transatlanticism*
What a horrible, horrible mistake. It was entirely avoidable too. There really was no need for it, handing over a list would have sufficed and I could have enjoyed a stress-free environment watching Swanny and Broad rip into a startled South African batting line-up. But no. I accepted the invitation to go into Norwich and go shopping.
All I needed was a memory card and some rechargeable batteries, but it wasn’t until four hours, a bird-shit stain and a giant snail later (the sister needed it for her school pupils) could I sit down to watch what was barely left of Day Four. A day that effectively won the test. Excellent.
What a stupid decision.
One of the numerous things I pondered whilst walking amongst the geriatric-paced crowds, other than people stop without warning at least three times every four steps, was why there are so many people feeling the need to spend the money they don’t have on things they didn’t need two weeks ago. But since it’s now 5% off, it’s as needed as under-soil heating at The Bescot. The answer escaped, taking with it my patience.
As did the answer to why everybody under the age of about 15 has to look identical. Sure, there are some exceptions, actually nope, there isn’t, merely a few different groups whose members all look the same. Much like the Christmas Day Doctor Who, in fact. Yep I watched it, not by choice mind but it has come in handy.
I also found myself wanting to escape HMV for probably the first time in my existence. Sure you can question the prices, especially when an album from three years ago is more expensive than anything that’s remotely recent, but I’m a sucker for their 2 for £10 CD’s. Remember? I still buy CD’s? But the thing that forced my hurried exit, was the scores of idiots who stand in the middle of the aisle as they look at no CD in particular. Space is scarce at the best of times but this time of year it’s more sought after than a fiver or two at Fratton Park.
Maybe there should be a rota controlling when certainly people can go out. People in a rush are allowed out the same time as people who don’t find the concept of walking so taxing they can’t manage without a break and people who know what they need and exactly where it is. And then Children go at the same time as the people just out for a wander around town and those on a general shop.
Maybe keep the second group in pens so us normals can walk by, tutting past in our orderly-kept space.
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