Refuge

[kneeshooter]

The volume is turned up to 11, Skinny Puppy is playing and my earphones are jammed in as far as they can go. Yes - it's train rage time!

Despite the train being virtually empty at New Street four young gals decided to join me at my table (well, three at the table and one off to the side). I lasted about five minutes of in-depth analysis of OK! magazine before I remembered I had FLA and SP CDs in my laptop bag.

Still, the noise is breaking through. Chatter about fashion, celebrity, bikini shops and diets.

Save me!

All this for a London meeting that will last an hour at most. Then I get the joy of refereeing my mother and brother as she attempts to find out why he and his (now ex-) girlfriend are. Or should that be aren't. Oh you get the point.

Last night seemed to be pick-on-Simon night. My internal monologue was at it, along with my conscience and two of my friends. It wasn't serious, nor am I offended. But perhaps the mirror of self-image has now slightly less of a rose-tint.

Comments

[kamalaya.livejournal.com]

Last time that sort of thing happened to me it was with a bunch of middle aged women talking about their work contracts and the cost of childcare. I don't know which is worse, as at least there's some variety in what's going on with you atm.

Always look on the bright side! ;P

*~Kamalaya~*

[steve-c.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha.

[ikkleblacktruck.livejournal.com]

They obviously wanted you.

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

My dad always found that hanging a short piece of string out of his mouth and carrying on as though nothing was unusual prevented anyone from joining us in the compartment (when trains still had compartments).

I recommend it.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

It sometimes takes all my strength not to shout "STOP IT YOU ARE HUMAN BEINGS NOT LIVESTOCK NOW BEHAVE LIKE IT" at girls like those. Grr. Grr.

[ayrton-nix.livejournal.com]

Just in case, the 'short, wrinkly and wearing a dress' was not meant to de-rose the mirror ;-p

You made me smile/beam widely yesterday after a crappy journey back from london so have a gold star if it helps pink the mirror back up (or something).

[littleonions.livejournal.com]

The use of mirrors for melancholy reflection gazing or checking out armoured hotties is strictly under licence to Littleonions aka The lady of Shallot . Please apply in writing using the Blue form A4562 for a temporary licence for mirror gazing and cheer up :)