There was a boy, on the bus home last night, who was rather determinedly reading Chomsky. I’d given up all thought of reading so late and on such a busy bus. I’d taken to listening to Nick Cave and trying to determine the nature of the relationship of the couple in front of me. When I (finally) got off the bus I left all three behind but was still slightly preoccupied with wondering about them as people. I love to imagine what other people are like. It’s great fun until you accidentally do it to someone you know and they turn out to be a bit crap in reality.
Today I terrified a woman who phoned to try and make me give money to charity. I answered the phone slightly irritably because I thought it would be my mother with whom I am presently annoyed and then flatly refused to play the game. I tried to be polite but there was a real ‘fuck off’ edge to my voice as I demanded to know where she had gotten my number before telling her that I simply wasn’t interested. I then hung up before she could make me feel guilty.
The other reason I was slightly cranky was that I’d just been finishing off the most recent Harry Potter which I’d had to reread after coming across this discussion. I have come to one conclusion about Harry Potter and it is that J.K. Rowling really shits me. Make that two conclusions – I heart Neville for being so completely hopeless and always ending up in the fray.
Lastly, I made a new friend today – a little cat called, most unimaginatively, Tiger. I came across Tiger having the most awesome upside down washing session in a car park and we clicked immediately. We got along so well (I do give fabulous ear scratches) that Tiger tried to follow me to the shops which was where I was headed. What I found really rockingly good about Tiges was that his collar read: Please don’t feed. I do love a cat that can con meals out of strangers and this was one kitty that did poor waif well.