Due home at the end of the week, so have the usual massive shopping list for fake stuff to bring back home....sorry, that was a mistype - shopping list of high-quality products of an authentic nature to bring back home. At the last count, 9 pairs of shoes (Converse / Uggs etc), 4 watches, assorted 'Hollister'-type tops, assorted DVD's and CD's and even a PILE of Buddhist stuff - including an enormous prayer mat that clearly won't fit in the case. I'm going back tomorrow night to buy another bloody case to get it all back, and pay BA extra for the privalidge!! Jeez, I haven't even got my clothes in yet that I need to take home to wear!!
The Dr Beats headphones continue to be popular - just look at the quality of the packaging. Like the clothes, they may be a tenth of the 'normal' price, but this stuff certainly aint a tenth of the quality...
On the way back, I stopped at the river - sometimes my favourite place, sometimes it makes me sad. I stopped for a breather & send some texts - I noticed one mad sod SWIMMING in the water (it's filthy) and there was a camera crew filming there - note the two cameras side by side, to shoot in 3D. The cameras are the same distance apart as your eyes, so when you watch the resulting film and your brain puts the two images together, it 'corrects' into the same 3D you see normally. Not that I'd know.
For food last night, I went to a local place where there were tanks of fish - generally dead ones, floating upside down, which was a tad off-putting, if you fancied choosing a nice one and sentencing it to instant death. I assume the dead ones were cheaper? There was also a tank of frogs (toads?) - ugh! I went to the loo to compose myself and not look a cry-baby, but noticed a plate of rat poison on the floor....is that to attract desert? I had a plate of veg & rice and pretended to be happy & full. I had 7 'Digestives' (crap ones) when I got home with some cheese slices on, cos I is posh....
Much nicer are the dumplings we sometimes buy on the way to the office - the couple who make them are lovely, and while hubby makes them, Mrs steams them - each layer of the wooden trays contains different 'fillings' - they are about 15 each and the pair of them are there from early morning to late at night every day. She always waves and smiles at us - possibly saying "There are those two tossers who eat my rat specials every day! Have they ever wondered why these things are only 15 of their English pennies?"
Waiting for a taxi this morning I noticed a car with a repainted back door - what a great job they've done in matching up the colour!! I'll get the number of the bodyshop if you want it?
Must go - CD has finished. It was Deep Purple, singing something about eating smokey bacon crisps while sailing on a pond. I think. Need to send in this week's Mr G - I think it's a good 'un, if I may say so myself, and I did some good photo jiggery-pokery to go with it. Mind, the editoooor says he's short of space this week, and it was 350 words over-length so expect fireworks if he cuts it or doesn't use both photo's. "It's MY Column!!" I scream, "It's MY newspaper!" he retorts. But as it's his bloody prayer mat I'll have to carry all the way back to Heathrow then Manchester, he'd better know which side his bread is buttered....
PS Spell check isn't working, so you can gloat at my mistakes, cos I never read my stuff back or check it - creative genius and all that....first is best...
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