After work yesterday i kinda just came home and zonked for many an hour listening to music on itunes. I decided to download this album called The Unrest Cure by Leo Abrahams. I didn’t have the foggiest idea who this guy was but the 30 second sound bites sounded so damn good that i went with it. He’s basically collaborated with lots of artists (included Brian Eno-legend) and wrote individual pieces of music that stand out in different ways- mostly influenced by the artist.

Nice.

So at work, amongst by daydream blues, i wrote my weeks notice on a quotation receipt on the till as a joke - my manager didn’t take to this very kindly and merely shrugged at my weird sense of being and left. Later on i wrote it out neatly, but rather humourously as well. Just to piss him off.

Staring out of the shop floor window i see Aidan’s fan club again, the exact same stereotypes floating about on acid. This time no fog horns were present. Bubbles were. Like something out of Alice in Wonderland the top of Sutton High Street..

 was full of bubbles, that of course led their way into Maplin. In order to somehow attract Aidan’s hair probably. They are so incredibly weird. After they disappeared for a while to sit at the bandstand at the top they ran back down and just sat outside woolworths till about 5 30 i would say. This is after trading times on a Sunday and it was raining. Nice.