THIRTEENTWELVE

went to the wackest Tesco ever last night.

They've built one up the road from me thats on stilts. It looks huge and has well long travelator (flat escalater type things) to get you from the lower level to the top level.

You park underneith the Tesco. Its nuts.

Clearly they saved money buying land for a car park by putting the car park under the store and putting the store on stilts. Its the shit.

They've finally shifted a whole bunch of roadworks on the motorway leading up to my house.

There was a 50mph limit enforced by 3 Gatso cameras (which of course everyone surfed the cameras - but was still a hassle having to slow to 50 every now and then).

The cameras are still there, the lines have been scrubbed off the road and the front of the cameras (which you only see once past the camera) have black bags on them.

The other day when I was driving home on the motorway and couldnt see the 50mph limit signs or roadworks, as they had gone - I was foxed as to why everyone around me was slamming on the breaks to 50mph from 70 at the cameras.

I mean, habit yes, understandable. But did non of these people, say, for example, look for any signs of the roadworks or speed restrictions.

Lol they say speed cameras work. Maybe they do. But what they clearly seem to do is dictate just what people are and are not observing about the roads they are driving on...

fuckin hey'

Got into town way early this morning, wasted some time eating some breakfast and sitting in the morning sun - got to the shop at 10 to find out what time I was working, either 10-7, 12-5 or 2-7 to be told not at all, come back Sunday.

Day of sunning myself for me then. Safe.

(also gonna try and rid myself of the ritz/rw/gc cough I've got - another pointless coughing for no reason cough)

lol once again I can start with a "lack of posts because" :-)

Despite working on a machine hooked up the the net for several days a week I cant post here, cos the firewall or summin wont let me connect to blogger, or loads of other sites. And when I go home, which is getting more random, I cant be arsed surfing the net much. Largly cos I have to drive past GC (pub in town) to get home, so I quite often just nip in there till closing with my pints of Coke.

Been working weekends at Freespirit. And my days off have mainly been spent with a certain young lady. She knows who she is :-) There are somethings more important than posting here innit (fucking romantic or what? haha)

I've stopped touring now - I'm gonna have a crack at a job as a visual merchandiser with Oxbow clothing, which is part time and covers London and the Channel Islands, so I might get to do some more touring - big ups Ed (ex Traf Freespirit) on that. Kicks to him if nowt comes of it, or the jobs toss, but it looks like he has a ball doing it - with his free clothes, free car, trips to France etc.

Reqiuem for a Dream is, well, sick. Good, arty but that last half an hour sends you under.

Chopper, bout the Aussie killer guy, aint that good.

Garfield was cute.

and the Sambangra cd Millhouse lent me, rocks.