200905

Morning campers,

It’s a dark, dark day. Reality has dawned; the autumn of everything has arrived, the 20th of September appears to be where I am in my life. I’ve been so enjoying the summer fashions too, and there’s no mid-life crisis to look forward to, already had it.

In to work late via the Met and the Bakerdilly stroll, wasn’t interested in people watching today too wrapped up with my life dilemma. “I wanna disconnect myself, pull my brain stem out and unplug myself, I want nothing right now”. I chew it over with a more positive one of my selves. Look how old are you Campy 42, 43, you look much younger? September 20th mate and it’s because I’m a fat bastard. It’s payday soon; it’ll all seem better then surely? Bloody hell, end of September that’s almost old – by next pay day I better start thinking about the Christmas of life, avoiding inheritance tax and making a will and stuff. What are you gonna do for Christmas? Probably dribble down my chin uncontrollably. (Disconnect – Rollins)

It’s Wembley before I notice and segregation is established once more. Nice looking Asian girl in nurses uniform sits opposite, probably lovely hands and lips but who cares right now. She’ll probably be wiping my arse soon. A starey scarey looking N African man is peering over the barrier and glaring at me. “Don’t like the look of it, don’t like the taste of it, don’t like the smell of it”, you’re mistaking me for someone who cares mate. “ hey pig piggy pig pig pig, all your fears come true”, he’s getting on my nerves now. Are you pissed that I have a seat or is it a fundamental sort of problem you have? Nevermind “the pigs have won tonight, they can all sleep soundly and everything is all right”. He’s off at Finchley Road as is nursey, and an Asian man now sits opposite. He’s got a back sack between his legs, I reduce my 30 degrees to zero but can’t help thinking that might not stop my balls being reunited with my brains via a more direct route than the usual hormonal. (March of the Pigs – NIN).

Can’t face escalator rejection so even though I’m late I take the stroll. In a better frame by New Bond St, one of the Mannequins in Fenwick is clinging onto summer admirably and displaying fine chest. Look love come out here in the cold and we can see the full effect. Jimmy’s has full range of kinky’s girls. Regent Street and an ugly pregnant woman comes towards me, see there’s someone for everyone and even though she’s better looking than me she’s got a bigger belly. Maybe life isn’t so bad?

Towards P Circus, and a small tanned thirty something exposing some chest and more flat tummy walks towards me. She’s got a lovely little belly chain from her button, all in all absolutely gorgeous. I’ll have to reassess my dilemma status, at least I have my raving heterosexuality to keep me company.

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