"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?"

Smoked salmon and a bottle of dry white in some tiny tiny cafe along the strand arcade. The waitress looks like a model but has hips build for insemination and the stud-waiter has ceasers bald skull.
Lunch was long as we had extra time to spare before the onslaught and my noodle-in-a-bowl didn't turn me on.

The greek accountant was first off my pretty tangent, first treatment so lots of surprised facial expressions with reassuring "i'm tough" lines thrown to my feet , fallen in puddles of mock concern.
He had a girlfriend but left him on the day he preposed and goes to the north for drinks.
One look at the shirt he hung oh so neatly behind the door, the tiny but horrifying red-dot symbol of mass consumerism cheap-starched-striped business shirts in plastic bags like some unwanted vegetable in the $1 bin.

She dropped the zero and went shopping at Valentino.

A house wife here and there, some young dumb thing wanting to be smooth for her new-husband and a tiny old lady with 60's white leather handbag that had a clasp! worked at the bloodbank "i don't do anything with blood, just administation" she laid perfectly still whilst i inserted needles into her nostrils.

And then, of all the bloody buggery buggers comes the elderly tranny.

Her hair was a mess, head like marlene detriech but after death and wore this "windows XP" tracksuit!! It was free at the microsoft convention??? what the fuck???? and to finish it off she had tanned pantyhose on.
"see my toes are curled, they don't look so nice like those girls in sandals"
"what girls in sandals? oh your toes, er.. yes.."
"when i go to th-ailand (she pronounced the 'th' as in "theory) i will have everything done!"

i'm thinking, honey you're pushing 60 in a blue nylon windows XP tracksuit unable to pronounce Thailand properly, please sit down and count your bingo numbers.

"so...who do you want to look like?" i stupidly ask

"Delta Goodrem in Thigh-land they can do that"

Sure madame windows-blue-screen-with-quasi-roman numeral-version-of-some-shit-hole-operation system you're going look like Delta goodrem,. then i'll go to Thigh-land and have them make me into a blue triangle Mr Cool from Mr men.

She kept looking at me in a creepy way and said how she would "love to have your skin, so brown and exotic" then proceeded to stroke my arm!!

FREAK-A-LEEK !!! no spring onion please.

There was some other tranny with the drama-queen so when i finished and walked out to reception i see this huge figure with long fake hair covering the front of the persons face, how i know it was the front, she/he was trying in vain to put ice onto their face but it just was on their hair.

I just thought, 5 minutes to go and it'll all be over.

On the trainstation saw this really hot guy, mmmm, but then i looked at his feet and noticed he was wearing thongs/flip-flops with that used dirty outline of his feet on it. Then proceeds to eat take-away sushi from its clear plastic coffin.
ERGH. Hot but, er... dirty thongs/flip-flops and eating sushi on a train station ERGH.

Some homeless man walked round in tracksuit pants with half his pubic hair sticking out carrying empty plastic bottles.
A girl drinking out of 2.5 litre juice bottle. I know it's more economical but it really is not a good look and what you going to do with an empty 2 litre juice bottle when you're on a train station ??? besides giving it to the homeless man with pubic hair sticking out???

Bulk-buy bottle bongs???

I'm smoking again.

I know i know, but it was that or ending up a manic masturbator.

I did buy perfume by the way, it's "serge luten gris' soft and summery, kind of smells like what advertisers would want us to believe womens panties in summer would smell like. Sweet and virginal with a hint of juicy musk that's been rubbed gently with burnt wood!

God damn it, i smell like womens panties.

Anyway, my week has been such and these days drip slowly through the perforations of exisitance.