As I sit at my desk chewing copious amounts of gum and scratch the area where my nicotine patch is sitting slowly poisoning an inch square of skin on my back I have been keeping my mind occupied by thinking of what the hell I can actually wear in this weather. You see, the weather is not hot enough for just my chinos and new loafers and it is more than occasionally raining so my usual suit jacket with jeans is a pointless waste of time. I look like a dodgy wanker in a trench style coat and anything else I suddenly revert to my teenage self, which is not a pleasant sight, plus bombers in the rain are not the most helpful of things, I am still bloody wet.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
I am not sure I have done the right thing in the concept of my life; I may have just opened Pandora’s Box, thinking that all will be well and nothing could go wrong, but have now unleashed darkness across the horizon and mostly my vision and sense of time keeping. I have replaced one bad habit with a possible other, more healthy, but still bad.