In Memoriam Chicklet

Number of Roundabouts Successfully Traversed Today: 21
Number of Near-Death Experiences Today: 2
Counts of Invisibility Today: 3

Wow, two near-death experiences again today. Keeping the average up. It is a peril of living in CCL that they don't warn you about before purchasing your identikit house - 300+ roundabouts mean 300+ chances a day to be slaughtered by idiots who don't check their blind spots or even bother to slow down before coasting onto the roundabout.

The best one was some fucktard in a gold Clio, who drove straight out in front of me on the roundabout (I was already almost directly in front of him). Yet again my ABS brakes proved their worth as I slammed to an emergency stop. Only then did the dick notice me, and he stopped in shock. In passe, I swore at him, he drove off. It is happening to me so often now that I don't even suffer from the aggressive road rage that used to fuel a lot of my roadside fights.

Am I fucking invisible, people? Do I actually create a cloaking device around my car when I drive? Have you actually read the Highway Code, and understand the concept of right of way?! Or even the fact that if someone is on a roundabout directly in front of you, you don't fucking well drive straight into them?!

Grrrr.



Felt sad as a poor little pigeon chick fell out of its nest outside my office door and smashed its brains out on the step. Its mum was sitting on the drain above it, and looked as about as sad as a pigeon could. Poor little thing.



Still trying to work out what poems to send to my aunt so she can compose me my wedding music (she is a really good musician). The problem is that the poems I like are either:
1. Not suitable for a wedding
2. Are beautiful, but aren't really easily turned into music.

So far, Christopher Marlowe's "A Passionate Shepherd to his Love" is my favourite, but still getting some more ideas.



Just came back from a meal out with the BF. Had veggie enchilada, which was reasonably ok but not great. Off to London next week to go to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant with my London music pals, which should be good fun. A real city! WOOT! Actually, I'm off to London tomorrow night to see Tori Amos perform, which I'm really looking forward to, except for one main problem... Whenever I hear even a chord of her (brilliant) music, I am cursed with bad luck for weeks after. And I mean 'death in family, serious illness, lost job' kind of bad luck, not 'stubbed my toe and lost my hair clip' kind of bad luck. Sooooo, tomorrow will be either make or break. It will either break the curse, or her piano will slip off the stage and crush me. Either or. :P

Anyhoo, best be off to bed.

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