Lost items in Ireland:
1 x [awesome] black woolen coat.
1 x bling ring.
1 x iPod. [not lost, but dead. Technologically fucked. Therefore now an iPod corpse. WTF am I going to do without it??]
1 x sleep deprivation of monolithic proportions. Fell asleep standing on the tube this morning. Didn't think I was ever capable of that.]
1 x hand. Got stuck in a bathroom. Handle had broken off door, and had to break out of a room, using full strength of my palm which is now bruised.
1 x new purple woolen coat from Monsoon. Swoon=Monsoon. Sure, I'm a walking human Ribena lookalike, but it's super super super cool.
1 x 'fro. Rain wreaks havoc with my hair. No amount of anti-frizz will cure my do after Irish rain has fucked with it.
1 x bling ring. Found it! Was starting to get a massive LC on all the stuff I was losing/breaking.
Sounds like I lost more than I gained. Not so. The reason, I believe, for my usually fastidious-self losing shit, floating about like a retard, and generally not being all there is because, well, Peas is in love.
Yip. And my head is nowhere.
Another two working days in London, and then I get taken to Oxford on Friday - how romantic is that? Sigh.
Had an altercation with a London cab driver last night. We were so tired from meetings at the Dublin office and general travelling all day, and this cab driver was getting proper aggro about the Chelsea football match going down.
'I fucking hate football.' He said that about 8000 times and then told me I was an idiot.
'You should've hung around Paddington Station for 40 minutes extra. Then you would've made MY life easier.'
Shut up or else I'll eat you for dinner, asshole. Told him to stop and I jumped out and took a train instead.
I had awesome home-made - crafted -he sure can cook - lasagne waiting for me when I got back.