Socks!

Socks, generally regarded as a key item in a man’s wardrobe, a necessity if you will. I on the other hand have chosen to wave that advice since I relinquished control over what I wear as child and decided to opt for the o natural approach when it comes to footwear. This however comes with its problems as you are inevitable bare foot when said shoes are taken off, which can lead to social awkwardness at parties as no one wants to be known as the bare footed bloke amongst other annoying problems.


However, during that bout of North Pole esc weather we had to endure my feet were getting exceptionally cold, which prompted a decision that need to be made, either buy some socks or man up! Needless to say I brought some socks, which were black and really showcased my love for colour.


There was however a problem that occurred after about two weeks into joining sock club, which was that I began to notice small holes appearing in them, namely my right foot in the big toe area (the captain). This prompted a full on investigation of that area but found nothing out of the ordinary (quite a stickler for personal hygiene) and was just left puzzled.


Then I realised that if I’m going to be such a skin flint and buy a pack of ten socks for £5 what should I expect and swiftly put plan B into action, so I'm pretty much back where I started but with tens pairs of crappy socks.

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!!

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!

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!