I was at work again today, this time a more reasonable time yet still a stupid 5 hour shift. After an arduous silent journey I finally made it to work where I was reunited with my iPod after a horrendous 15 hours without it. Work went fine; pretty quiet but the five hours went by fairly fast. I had another fraught phonecall where a woman was screaming at me because someone else didn't do as they promised; an offence clearly of my doing.
Finishing work I walked to town in the beautiful weather. It's a rare day where it was sunny and warm without being too muggy. I despise mugginess. My bus home was packed with tourists and there was a girl sitting in front of me who I noticed was wearing a cross around her neck. I was surprised to see that it was affixed upside-down; a symbol almost universally associated with anti-christianity in sometimes rather extreme forms. There is the possibility that she is associated with some sort of Antichrist association but the fact that the inverted cross was emblazoned with pink faux-jewels matching her pink shirt and handbag does suggest that she is not of this persuasion. I didn't have the heart, or indeed the courage, to inform her of this so let her carry on in blissful ignorance.
Tonight I watched the other night's edition of Top Gear. It's one of my favourite programs and I'm glad it's back. I was literally roaring with laughter at the Reliant Robin review by Jeremy Clarkson; it's one of the funniest things I've seen on TV this year.
Last thing I did tonight was sign into my myspace account. That sounds like a really boring thing to blog but I haven't done so for two years. I did this because a friend in England was winging that no one has added her on her new myspace. It was really odd looking back at all my old messages. There were all the old surveys that got passed around and the messages opened a lot of memories, ranging from "good times" to "very poor times" because there was literally all aspects of my life summed up in some of these messages. It was very reminiscent looking back but I don't really have rose-tinted thoughts of these times.
Song of the day is "danza di fuoco e ghiaccio" by Rhapsody of fire. Allow Christopher Lee to finish his talking for the first minute and it turns into a really good song. It's highly pretentious I know but I don't care. I love the fusion of the almost medieval sounds with classical guitar and the occasional moments of metal. If anything I prefer the first half of it.
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