Wednesday 24 February 2010

Mouse Trap

It has recently come to my attention that we have a mouse in the flat (I know this because of the large scream I heard). This poses two problems, firstly that all the cleaning and tidying I do on frequently has been tarnished and secondly that I know have to kill it and quick.

The most obvious and logical thing to do next would be to get a mouse trap and lets it do its job but having watched Predator the other day on TV for umpteenth time I have something different in mind. I can build some sort of Looney Tunes style trap myself and see what happens (obviously nothing as I probably won’t even get round to doing this). I could also buy a BB gun and shoot it if I see it but seaming as I am prone to juvenile antics I will also end up trying to shoot anyone else in the flat at the time, I consequently get the gun taken away from me by someone (most likely to be the Girlfriend).


Decisions, Decisions..... Well having weighed up my options and what the Girlfriend will do to me if I don’t sort this right now (like any spider related incident), I think a trip to a supermarket or B&Q is my only option, which is a shame as I was ready to go all Rambo!!

Sunday 14 February 2010

Brick Lane Bagels

Everyone who knows me will know that I love my grub, which was why I delighted to find out that out that a dear friend of mine has just moved into a flat opposite Brick Lane Bagel Shop. If this seems meaningless to you then this is firstly because you obviously haven’t had one because they are no ordinary bagels, yes every bite does feel like the M&S voice over guy talking whilst you eat. Secondly, a salt beef bagel from there at 3:00am (or any other time as they are 24hr) after a few beers is heaven, so it is with great sadness that I have realised that the position of my friends flat will only lead to demise of my waist!

Thursday 11 February 2010

Uni, Sainsbury’s & Seinfeld


Today, I managed to drag myself out of bed this morning after hitting the snooze button four times (standard practice) and use what little energy I had left to grab a shower, make myself an industrial strength coffee and get out of the flat and walk to the tube like I’m a F1 driver! Yes I’m that annoying bloke who weaves in and out people because I can’t walk any slower than a 100mph. Now this may not sound that taxing but when your end destination is Westminster University (Fashion Buying Student before you ask) any morning buzz you may have had will be gunned down like a villain in a Schwarzenegger film.


However, it was not meant to be as my lecture was cancelled, presenting me the opportunity to seize the day, really utilise my time, be productive yada yada yada. I ever the opportunist chose to waver this opportunity in favour for a trip to Sainsbury’s, even though I didn’t really need anything, I didn’t really want anything either but none the less I chose to brave the nightmare that is the supermarket!


What to buy, what to buy??? Well I scoured the aisles for about twenty minutes, where some fancy gingerbread men caught my eye but which one to choose the regular ones or the special Valentine’s Day ones? Obviously I went for the one with more icing, it’s the only logical way to decide.


Now I’m happy I have a giant gingerbread man, mug of tea whilst cocooned in my oversized beanbag, with Seinfeld reaping the benefits of the ever enjoyable Kramer. This is me seizing the day, this is heaven!