After the last two days of dull wetness, this morning was a welcome relief. The sun is shining, the skies are blue, and before I get too lyrical about how wonderful the british weather is right now, it's also very chilly out there.

Today is a day for relaxing. It shouldn't be really, seeing as it's a normal working day in the middle of the week (most wednesdays are, for those who haven't spotted that curious fact), but it just feels as if it should be.

However, the gleeful warnings of impending doom have been issued from the television weather people. The next few days show great swathes of blue contours sweeping across Britain and with it lots and lots of rain. Don't be too suprised if tomorrows blog entry is entitled "Drowned Rats".

Out Shopping

There comes a time in a mans life when he must, simply must, obtain new underwear. I have finally reached that milestone in my life. I think I reached it once or twice before, but thankfully I wasn't permanently traumatised.

So I popped into the department store I knew from my work placement, as I also knew their prices were reasonable and that they were likely to understand what I was talking about when I gave up the search for the necessary item and asked one of their staff for assistance. As it turned out, I spotted a familiar face, Miss G, and immediately I made a beeline for her so I could ask her where to find men's underpants. It would save me a lot of hassle you see.

She looked at me approaching with her usual "Oh God no, not him!" expression. I deserve it really. I used to tease her a lot and to this day I don't think the poor girl understood why. Anyway, I asked her where I could find men's underpants.

Ordinarily that might seem a strange thing to say to an attractive young lady, but she merely directed me to the basement. I found my underpants, she was free to go doing shop assistant stuff without any teasing from me, and all was well. Life goes on.

New Coat OF Paint

The old cinema across the road from the library has received some attention lately. After a long spell as a bingo hall, it now has a brand new logo bolted to the wall in big black letters upon a fresh coat of white paint. Where it once displayed "Mecca", the name of the bingo chain who ran the premises, it now says "Meca". Either there's been some commercial rebranding going on, or the state of British educatiion has finally fileterd down to the heady and exciting world of bingo hall management.