Rain. Felt it on my fingertips. Heard it on my chest ribcage. The rain came down like... rain.
Where the Hell did it come from? There I was, all ready for work in the morning, and I looked out of the window. "Hmm," I pondered, "Looks like another glorious day. Bollocks. My coat - should it stay or should it go now?". I hate the sun you see - call me a vampire if you will (I wouldn't mind biting into some people's necks!), but I prefer the term 'creature of the night' (a la Taboo and Rocky Horror). Well, whenever it's nice I'd previously taken my coat, only to have it bake me alive as the sun beat down. How ironic, Alanis Morissette said, that today when I decide to leave it behind comes the mother of all rainfalls.
I can't remember the last time I've seen it rain that much in real life - it was like something from the Amazon, or Jumanji, whatever. I was sitting there in work, shitting myself as I walk home for lunch - it may only be a 10 minute walk, but 10 seconds in that and I would have been saturated! Clever me though used my cheeky powers and got my mum to meet me with her brolly and my coat - but she was planning on doing it anyway because she's a darling little treasure. The clouds only unleashed their payloads when I was walking to and from work as well, but that's okay - I loved every second of it. Except for when I was back in work, and my pants felt 10 times heavier than normal.
Had quite a relaxing evening at home - watched the first act of Taboo, the Boy George musical. I'd seen it before, Darren was very kind and brought it round once to watch, but with all the constant interruptions I couldn't hear any of it. But tonight I could, and it was fabulous. I'm saving the second act for later in the week, but I've been listening the the soundtrack since whilst I prepare my knackered PC for a full format. It's just so emotional - the soundtrack, I mean.
Ha ha, I've just realised that two thirds of this post was about the weather - am I running out of material or what? I could mention that I kept thinking today was Monday, or how evil the little runt on tonight's Bad Behaviour was, or that Barbarella's on soon, one of my favourite movies - but I won't.
Until next time - two fierce drag queens go round the outside, and in stilettos!
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These two fierce drag queens wouldn't happen to be called Gretta and Dierdre would they? If they are, then they wouldn't be wearing just any old stilettos, they would be wearing Jimmy Choo's in fact, if you are reading this Jimmy the cheque is in the post for the last pair.
Tatty Bye. Adieu.
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