So it wasn't the rapture yesterday. Well, shit. I thought we were all going to get sucked up into heaven to have a super-dance-party-fun-time with God? But then I remembered that it's only the good people who believe who get sent up to heaven. The rest of us dirty, cynical, heathen scum get to stay down here in real life. So maybe all the good folk really have gone up to heaven; I wasn't really counting. But if that is the case, then it just leaves all the more for us down here then. Until we're consumed by the burning fires of hell and brimstone and hellish brimstone that is.
In related news, I watched Holy Flying Circus yesterday. For those who've not heard of it, it's a comedic dramatisation of the furore that was sparked by the Monty Python film, The Life of Brian. Jesus, I love The Life of Brian. And, for the most part, I loved Holy Flying Circus. Some parts were a little eeh, but the self-referential in-jokes were fun and it contained a sketch about the head of BBC4 that made me laugh for about 10 minutes straight (as soon as I find a clip of that part on YouTube, I'll post a link to it for you). Confusingly, it also seems to have brought back my crazy girl-crush on Michael Palin, even though it wasn't even him on screen. What?
My verdict: not super-great, but definitely still worth watching.
Oh, look. But none of that is the point of this post. Nor is this next part:
I do love catching random parts of other people's conversations. I was going up the escalator at a tube station the other day, and I overheard this from two guys who walked past me.
Guy #1: [...] smell of piss.
Guy #2: Like piss?
Guy #1: Yeah.
WHAT. Suggestions on a postcard, guys!
No. The point of the post is this:
I have realised that living in London, with Oxford Street and all its shops, is rather dangerous. I went to New Look after work the other day to buy my Mum a cardigan for her birthday... and while I was there I thought, 'I may as well just try some things on.' AND THEN I WENT HOME AND ACCIDENTALLY DID THE SAME THING THE NEXT DAY TOO.
Have some pictures. (I apologise for the 'ahoy-thar-matey' poses. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME.)
Red cable-knit jumper and denim short-shorts from New Look.
Scarf is a present from Mariya.
Brown cable-knit dress, belt and leggings from New Look.
Necklace is a present from Mariya.
I'm sensing a trend here! Honestly, I didn't realise I'd gone solely for the cable-knit until I got home. Help. I think I may be channelling John Watson without realising it.
And finally: I went on a walk with my ex-work-mate Lisa today. We walked from Regent's Park to Parliament Hill on Hampstead Heath. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, the streets were exceedingly posh and the risotto was tasty. Good fun all-round :D