Tuesday, July 01, 2008

iron window decor is dangerous

Something strange happened on Friday I forgot to mention.

Generally strange stuff has been happening.

1)As we walked out of New Friday Drinking Spot on Friday, I passed Gareth Cliff as he was walking in.
We all kind of ignored him (well some people did, except me, because I like The Cliffmeister), and we went to stand outside. Not 30 seconds later, this solid steel scaffholding window bar all but falls the fuck down.

Like, clean off the window someone had all but stupidly glued to the wall.
Gareth Cliff basically missed his death by about 25 seconds.

You hear that Gareth? You nearly got flattened like a pancake bro, and you didn't have the faintest idea.

Yeah. So that.

Then, my New Friend walks out ten seconds after it falls. So ten seconds earlier, he would've been flattened too. Fucking hectic china. I thought this kind of shit only happens in disastrously unvideo-able versions of Punk'd.


2)My best mates have all said that I am looking different. They all say I'm looking hot and lovely (which is utterly great and kind of them), but, seriously?

I have obviously been doing something right! I think. It just feels a bit strange. That everyone else has noticed some kind of change, and not just me.

3) Which brings me to point 3. I made a hard decision on Sunday. As a result, I had knots in my stomach and a sleepless night, because I really had to think hard about this. It was a tough decision to make; not easy in any sense of the word. Usually I'm ruled by impulse decisions. If they're hard, I just heavily rationalise it all so that I make the decision that is ruled by my heart. (The rug as a prime example).
And often it's been the wrong decision.

So for the first time in ages, I made an emotional decision ruled by the head. It was one of the most uninstinctive things I've done in a while. But this who I am now, a fucking strong bird.

I am. I am sometimes too strong for my own good.

And being that way is sometimes not as easy as it looks.


kyknoord said...

I know exactly what you mean. Nando's sauce is also sometimes too strong for its own good.

Peas on Toast said...

Dude you should try the PKnaise. I mean Perinaise! :)

Peas on Toast said...

Now don't get all coy btw, how the dickens was your birthday?

Charmskool said...

Hmm sounds suspiciously like you are maturing and getting the wisdom that comes with living more than 25 years. Also you are looking spectacular because you have such straight shiny hair - thanks for the Tony & Guy shiny stick thing tip - my hair is gorgeous.

Peas on Toast said...

Charm - age baby, age. Sometimes it IS all that and a bag of chips :)

That hair stick is grand isn't it? Another great product they make (besides the shamppo and conditioner...which comes in all sorts of choices like 'For Unmanageable Hair That Looks Shit In The Morning, etc etc), is the Spray On Heat-Straightened Hair Protector. You spray it on, so no mess or massive time chunk spent on the hair. (This is NB for me - won't do it if takes too much time). It ensures that the hair is all protected and soft when you nuke it with tongs every day...

leez said...

maturity, wisdom and good hair: what more can a girl ask for?

Peas on Toast said...

Lezz - The Rug.

The Pimp Daddy Of Rugs Rug.


Lisa said...

...and the freedom to vloek like a sailor while still being considered a lay-dee.

Peas on Toast said...

Lisa - I can see the HRH The Queen saying something like, 'Oh fuck off Philippe, go and shoot something, you're fucking me off.'

And she's a lady.

leez said...

I thought you were going to wait until it came form Benoni?

Peas on Toast said...

Bloem, baby, Blowm.

Yip I wait. Like Rapunzel waited in that godawful castle. For her prince, I wait for my bloody rug.


Spectacles said...

Hair straighteners are indeed dangerous.. I left mine on all nite.. It melted into my carpet and left the worst smell..