tales from an ordinary world

2000-10-01

"There'll never be another quite like you"
The Church.

I always feel like such a loser wandering around Target, but I can't quite work out why. I guess I feel a similar confusion trying to work out what a "family restaurant" really is. My general distaste for shopping centres ("malls" for you lot up north) mean that I'd hardly ever been to the one in Malvern, even though it's so close to home. The DVD rack in the music shop yielded a copy of Unforgiven for all of $30. About as good as ordering from overseas. I put it back, figuring maybe someday there'll be a bigger market in second-hand DVDs and it'll be the kind of thing I can pick up then. The bottle shop, however, stocked Tanqueray gin. Bonus points.

Home before the rain hit, the town hall near home lit up in stark white in front of the black clouds. The weather creeps up on you these days, hitting where it hurts, when you're not quite expecting it just yet. Everytime I wear my black suede jacket somewhere, it rains on me.