tales from an ordinary world

2001-09-08

I make these days up as I go along, down windy streets of tramlines and cafes and shops. There's at least 4 different places I can get off this tram, I'm keeping them all in mind, weighing each option. A bit of back and forth, a bit of needless waiting, a bit of awkwardness. A copy of Throbbing Gristle's utterly seminal 20 Jazz Funk Greats shows up in the Punk section of some new shop. I'd love to buy a new pair of 501's, and another Ben Sherman shirt, and that Greenaway film in the DVD shop, but I feel like I should wait. Two Japanese girls enter the old bookshop and ask for help finding a book, "something funny". I was looking for something to read, anything, so I'd have something to do once I found somewhere to sit but all of my usual cafes seem full beyond my comfort factor, and by the time I get home I realise I haven't eaten.

Current Listening :

• a couple of things by the Mekons.