The only thing you can’t buy here is dignity (pt2)
Well, as expected, I didn’t make it to the car boot sale. Not that it really mattered, as I bought far too many CD’s at the flea market anyway. I bought a staggering amount of music. Well, when I ay staggering, I bought 10 albums. Not all of them from the flea market though, as Woolies had some cheap CD’s on sale. It’s only the third time I’d been in Woolworths since they refurbished the place.
Play (not the website) have commited suicide, as they have replaced their ENTIRE stock, with 99p CDs and DVDs. They were once a great store but, for whatever reason, have replaced their good CDs with the greatest hits of ABBA, sung by the Sunderland Neighbourhood choir. I walked around the entire store, with a face like I was watching two dogs fucking. Slight bemusement, utter disgust.
Speaking of two dogs fucking, yes, it’s *that* time of the year again. Senta is in heat, and Sam is acting like his balls are on fire. Which, I suppose they would be.
Imagine my surprise, while lying on the sofa, watching “America’s Most Horrendous, Yet Really Quite Hilarious Vehicle Accidents” (or the Sky One equivalent), I feel Sam jump up on the sofa, and begin mating with my foot. Cheeky bastard. He didn’t even ask. Needless to say, he spent the rest of the night avoiding me. Now, imagine the face I pulled when I realised what he was doing? THAT was the face I had when I was walking around Play.
The CD’s I bought have already been added to the gallery, not that anyone really cares, but they’re on there if you want to see just how bad my music taste is.
September 15th, 2006 at 5:41:28 am
Hey,
What has changed in the street in the last 6/7 years?
Reading your comments jogged my memory of some things………
Soccer Boss,
the day that Alsation jumped against the fence while you were sniffing the fence, resulting in aforementioned fence hitting you in the face,(not fun for you, but how many times am I ever going to see such a bizarre event,I guess 15 years have passed and nothing remotely similar as happened)
playing hide and seek, or cricket constantly,
chess club,
your house’s never ending supply of pop and sweets,
“Willy” breeding pigeons (one of the weirder things for certain,)
the day you were sniffing grass, only to be told that it had weedkiller on it and the look of sheer terror on your face when informed,
James saying “Jehovah’s gonna get you,” like God was his personal hitman or something,
And then we all grew up, feel free to share my embarassing moments, would be nice to be reminded.
Dude, what was with the whole sniffing thing??