WIPEOUT CITY

Wipeout City, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

Today was totally ORDINARY in the worst possible way [ordinary as in the opposite to a lot if you were using a lot in a good way.]

I was walking down Brewer Street and tripped over the pavement and went sprawling on my arse. Some guy stopped to help me up and he was a real gentleman. He wanted to check I was okay and just stumbled and not ill etc etc. A shame he was totally not my type - I like men with dark hair and dark eyes and this guy was a bit gingery with blue eyes. Anyway - I felt a total cunt on the pavement and he made me feel slightly less like dying so I should be thankful. And I am.

Earlier that day I cried in the office in front of all the girls as an ex disappointed me yet again by forgetting the very thing he was coming in to bring me. I don't know how I can continue to expect any different.

I also got followed by a creep down Oxford Street, around a book store and into Tottenham Court Road Station which freaked me out so much I doubled back the escalators and jumped into the first cab I saw.

But the good part about the evening was I had a really beautiful walk around Mayfair in the air that was as sharp as all the diamonds in the windows of all the stores. At the end of the Royal Arcade at the shop full of lithographs by Matisse, Miro and Chagall, was a painting of a cat that was a cross between Phil Thompson and a LOL Cat.

Anyway so, I'm totally wiped out and have to get ready for Stockholm tomorrow. I have it on good authority from Johan I only need to wear one pair of tights under my jeans. Though I was so freezing last time I think I will take a longer coat.

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