Jelly looked under something!

Let me hear a cheer of unsurpassable joy – I looked under something – I looked under something else – I stubbed my toe, swore, kicked something, dislodged it from it’s precarious perch atop some more somethings – and there it was…..the elusive cable. Horay!

And there was uploading, and there was computer crashing, and there was some stomping and huffing and sulking – and then there was blogging. Horay for blogging. And tea.

I’m not going to do this in any particular order – I’m just going to post, comment, laugh, eat biscuits (you can’t have any – they’re hard to share over t’interweb) and post what I suspect is going to be a picture-tastic uberblog. You might want to pop to the loo before you carry on. Not because I think I’m going to be particularly funny (though I am a comedy genius, topped only by my brother – who is of course better at everything than I am. Apart from shopping. Actually, no – I think he has me beat there too! Wonder if he ever did go back and get those shoes in grey as well as brown…apparently they were the most comfortable shoes ever and, in his own words, “Like walking on a cuddle”!) but because you may be here some time and I wouldn’t want to cause any long term damage to your kiddleys (kudos to “Finance Guy” at work for that)

I was walking (crawling, in exhausted long commute type manner) tubewards after work a few days ago when I saw this fella jogging along; bizarrely shaped muscley men are always odd to look at – it being unnatural and a bit gross – but it’s even more wierd when they’re running and pulling a little old lady-type shopping trolley along with them!

then once I staggered onto the tube I saw that I was far from being the only one shattered and making the journey

There’s always at least one person fast asleep on one train or another.
Bumble and I were on our way home from somewhere or other – my fatigued brain forgets where – and there was a rather portly gentleman, all suited and booted, snoring his head off loudly and sound asleep – we were a bit worried he might miss his stop and did try to wake him but he was having none of it! Hope he made it home eventually…

One of the things I detest most about public transport is morons. They come in many forms and everyone who’s ever had to share their mode of transport with a single other person will have come across countless morons; the worst are the ones who stop right at the top of the escalator (DON’T TUT AT ME – HOW COULD I AVOID WALKING INTO YOU – THE GROUND I’M STANDING ON IS MOVING AND YOU AREN’T! MORON!) the ones who don’t know how to work the barriers at the station or who forget to get their ticket out their purse until they’re standing RIGHT in them, thus blocking it for everyone behind them and causing a big queue of people, all of whom are determined to stand on my feet – and once you’re on the train, the idiots who use their horrible tinny sounding mobile phones to play their chav music out loud for everyone to “enjoy” causing potentially good tunes to sound like Alvin and the Chipmonks on speed.

Such as this fellow.

I think the woman sitting opposite me would quite gladly have used his mobile to carve off all of his limbs by the time she reached her stop. She was certainly doing her jaw some damage grinding her teeth so much.

You see all kinds of ‘alternative’ people in London (specially in the fun bits like Camden and Brick Lane and actually anywhere there are markets) and I wish I could get photos of all of them. I wish I’d got a photo of the purple girl – hair, clothes, make up, shoes, giant fake eyelashes, every single piercing – and there were a lot – and braces on her teeth, all purple, it made your eyes hurt to look at her! I did get a photo of this girl’s hair and liked it because of it’s stripeyness.

Energy flagging…chocolate break…all is well.

I love catching people who are into fashion and who really go for it when they follow what they’re told to – I have no idea where to find half the things I see people wearing – and I liked this girl (who also smelt lovely) because she was so colourful, which in rush hour heading into work in the city makes a nice change from the sea of monochrome (including, for the most part, people’s skin due to utter exhaustion and tube-smut)

Fighting for your own space on the tube is never easy either – I wouldn’t mind so much if it weren’t so hard to find something to hold on to – they’re rather bouncy on starting and stopping and it makes you fall over, which is embarassing AND means that everyone around you HATES you because you’ve sat on them or touched them or got too close to touching them – so you have to elbow your way to the few places you can cling to then stand there with some moron (I believe I’ve mentioned the morons?) hitting you in the face with the paper he insists on reading even though there’s no space to hold it up without taking out some eyes…

This here

Is a station I wouldn’t normally have seen – nor would The Bumble, had I not rushed us onto the wrong train in a panic thinking we were running late. In the end we were quite late – because we went comletely the wrong way but were so hooked on our sudoku that we didn’t realise until quite some time (and distance) had passed. Go Jelly! (I am refusing to accept that I’m one of those morons…though I’m getting closer to being one!)

I love shoes – I love high heels – and I do tend to spend a lot of my time eyeing up and lusting over all the nice shiny shoes the London girls are wearing – and I was very impressed with these ones; not only with the fact they were rather lovely but, more importantly, that their wearer – a rather lovely looking young lady in something of a hurry – was practically sprinting in them. That takes some dedication.

Then we come to today.
Today I had to share my public transport (and my very limited and fiercely protected personal space) with smelly people.
How hard is it? Take a shower. Sponge bath? Squaddie shower would do! Just please, please, please don’t be stinky in my personal space – it makes me want to ralph all over your feet!

I’m pretty sure there’s a whole lot more to add – but I can’t think any more and I’m out of chocolate so I’m going to have to go on the search for some real nutrition.

Love, and all that jazz

Jelly