I tried to go for a walk today in the crisp morning sun. It was just so damn cold though.
Tristan was parked outside my flat and a traffic warden came. I spotted him through the window and I’ve never seen someone so indifferent to consequence as Tristan. Aye he was hungover but if I hadn’t gone down and driven away from the guy as he was waiting to print his ticket, Tristan would have spent £80 on an hour of sleep. I was utterly bewildered by his indifference. I didn’t want to go move his car for him on principle. But I was up having been woken before nine to let the expensive plumber in to – hopefully – finish the job with the bust up loo. Even despite a reasonably committed evening of dinner party foolishness I was engaging with the world and caught the best part of the day. His lack of desire to do anything, even to do such a simple thing with such an immediate effect… It baffled me. Drink is a dumb thing to do with your money, body, mind and time. I thought I was gonna dial it right back but then last night happened. His state of mind this morning was a real eye opener.
We trashed the place so I was mostly putting it back slowly as the day went by. Putting the flat and myself back. Dishwasher came in handy.
Then I ordered a vindaloo. I don’t know what possessed me. Spicy potato chicken. Never again. I’ve never had one before and thought I might like it, but it I almost immediately regretted it, not least because I had to get up and walk around for the spice, but also because it tastes like bum. Seems I’ll always be happy with a Naga – there’s more flavour. Vindaloo was just hot gravy curry. Warmed me up though which was the intention. Next time I should cook it myself. Right now I’m gonna brush my teeth and try and force myself into sleep so I’m at least half rested for the dentist tomorrow.
AlBarclay 