More London gripes...

1. Men too tall for tube trains, who, after forcing their way onto the remaining 0.001mm left between the door and the back of the next person, proceed to bend, palm tree-style over the backs of the shorter people around them.

2. people who don't make room when there is room and then proceed to tsk as you try and fit into the tiny gap they have left for you.

3. People who insist on reading large hardback books.

4. People, usually inhabiting the same group as people specified in point 3 who in reading aformentioned hardback book (though this also includes newspapers and paperbacks) insist on continually elbowing you in the ribs and looking distainful if you have the audacity to accidentally fall towards them during an unexpected train judder.

5. Feeling like I should be doing more interesting things but generally too tired to go out after work because of facing commute home. Missed out on seeing the one and only Dan Sartain last night because of migraine. Hate my useless body.

I think this will do for now.

In other news it is now officially December and my mum has begun her annual panic about christmas presents largely fuelled by a fear of asking my dad to go shopping, and secondly by a complete inability to know what she should buy him anyway.

I am looking forward to christmas because there isn't anything else to look forward to at the moment and am finding the buying of presents incredibly fulfilling (managing not to think about bank balance... ignorance is bliss)

Since I last wrote in October:

1. Boy got job. First job ever. First job after university. £2k a year higher salary than me. Is it because I am a girl or am I just doing something very wrong?

2. Fireworks party at the boy's house. Lit my first firework ever... momentous occasion. Generally not very safety conscious, luckily no-one killed.

3. My birthday. Quarter century. Say no more.

4. Arcade Fire. Alexandra Palace. Very pretty and lots of singing.

5. Donna's birthday! Isle of Wight. Lots of alcohol. Hangover and ferry do not mix.

6. Month now December. Nearly 2008. 4 years since uni. Strange and worrying.

7. Need to purchase new notebook. Annoying I can't write thoughts down somewhere.

I actually had a christmas lunch on Monday which was a little strange, it was good fun though. It was with the British Society of Magazine Editors and got tons of free stuff :D Connor McNicholas (editor of the NME) was sat just behind me, but I didn't have the guts to speak to him let alone ask for a job... could have got a scoop on Morrissey. Damn.

Ok ok ok.

Bye