Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: August 11, 2006

highly flammable swarf

the packing continues.
this time without 'bored out of her mind' frances.

i actually went to a post office and did my own mailing today: times is changing.

this afternoon, mrs.perou's boss (steve) came over to get his business bits back, as mrs.perou is retiring once we move.
and my cousin james shot a band in the studio.

in the later afternoon, i decided to catch a train to acton to pick up the perou-mobile (woo-hoo).

i HATE public transport.
and i really hate the silverlink.
this is probably only the third time i've been on that train even though i live a gob's-worth from the station.

the train that i was due to catch was cancelled so i had to wait on the platform for an hour.
by that time, steve had finished at ours and met me to catch the same train west.

we managed to find a couple of seats in the corner of the hideously overcrowded carriage.
a couple of stops along, a guy in his fifties, wearing his sirt undone and his fat belly hanging out came and sat opposite us.
he looked wired.
he was cussing to himself and occassionally shouting out nonsense: the typical 'fuck off...wwwaaarrrrr....' kind of thing.

he started rolling a giant spliff.
which amused me and steve but we carried on talking together, ignoring him.

then the guy undid his trousers and reached back (presumably into his ass-crack) and pulled something out: no: it was a bag of crack about the same size as a child's fist.
then he got out a penknife.
then i started to be concerned about the crack, the crackhead and his knife: as it was all just a few inches away from us.

me and steve's conversation became more distracted as we were obviously thinking about other things.
i was planning on using the heavy nylon courier bag on my lap as a kind of glove/block if the crackhead lunged at us.

he didn't bother with us though: just used the knife to open the big back of crack and then put all that crack in his mouth and then got off at the next stop.

there is NO WAY i am using public transport anymore unless i have to: personal safety first, enviroment second.
if the government made nice, safe, clean PT then it's an option but otherwise (for now) forget it.
(sorry greenpeace).

picked up my enviromentally unsound truck.
cussed some myself as auto audio hadn't done what i'd asked them and hadn't even bothered to call me about their failure.
i hate wasting time more than i hate using public transport...(but not as much as i hate traffic wardens).

drove back to the east side, in the safety of my blacked-out, monster truck and enjoyed the newly invasive loud sounds i can generate from it.

it's good to have the perou-mobile back...even if i am going to LPG it...and only use it when i really have to.


i don't even know what happens if you eat large quanities of crack?

the main news story in the 'whitstable gazette' this week was that an old lady had stolen some tins of something from a shop and she was fined £1.
like i've said before: goodbye london and good luck...