derailment

nearly died today.

the bike i've been borrowing from my good friend james literally tried to kill me.

i was riding along. at newington green i went over a speed hump and the metal of the dérailleur decided to absolve itself of any responsibility for maintaining basic structural rigidity and flung itself into my rear wheel like some kind of make shift grappling hook.

this stopped me almost instantaneously in what some hack from the local papers might have described as "yet another goth thwarted comically in pathetic suicide attempt" were there not so many stabbings, rapes and burglaries in the area.

the cars behind me shrieked to a halt and i picked myself and the now unridable bicycle up off the tarmac and sheepishly got out of the road as fast as my little legs would carry me.

gonna have to take the offending machine to a bike shop to get ripped off tomorrow.

still, i haven't felt this alive in ages.

f - day

off to the bank to draw out an obscenely large sum of cash, let's hope the shatwest in the ghetto's slightly more acquiescent than it's counterpart in dalston.

then it's the matter of meeting the landlord later, for the key exchange / contract signing... hope all goes to plan

(no subject)

another way?

my bank like to make smug, self satisfied adverts portraying others as being profiteering soulless companies more concerned with their shareholders than "the man on the street"

they pride themselves on their customer service, which is odd, because the jumped up officious bank-monkey that served me would have trouble spelling customer service let alone displaying any.

twenty minutes they made me wait. twenty long minutes despite my bringing two forms of id [passport and student id card] and answering a serious of intrusive questions culminating in "why do you want the money?" to which my reply of, "i don't feel that is any business of the banks," resulted in her looking at me like i was drawing crude images on the bullet proof glass with my own faeces.

she also tried to order me a new card because "it might not work in the shops".



shatwest. you don't disappoint, do you?