What are the odds?

Just in case you didn't know, London is a big city. Actually, it's not. It's a very big city.

Today I went shopping in the West End, having decided not to Do The Sales earlier in 2004. They were so busy this year that everything pretty much sold out in a few days. Today by contrast was quite slow for a Saturday. My kind of shopping experience.

So, I got the two birthday presents I went for. And a pair of trousers, two tops and a pair of boots. The latter are gorgeous, pointed-toe black suede ankle boots with silver grey embroidery on the toes and up the side. And actually they were in the sale, half price no less. Which had the effect of making them expensive as opposed to horrendously expensive.

And then it was time to set off to 'Forbidden Planet' (can't go shopping in the West End without going to FP). So, I'm wandering down Charing Cross Road when suddenly I'm engulfed in a hug and a cry of, "Happy New Year!" It was stageira who was just on her way to Borders, having just been to Forbidden Planet.

I've lived in London for many years and have never before bumped into anyone I know whilst shopping in the West End (Ikea on the North Circ near Wembley is another matter). Even more coincidentally, I'd hoped to meet up with olympia, as we were both planning on shopping in London today, but, alas, she couldn't make it. I met Stagie through Olympia. Small, small world.

So, as it was lunchtime Stagie and I sloped off to Wagamamas for a bite to eat and chat. Then it was back to the shopping. I bought books, but rationed myself to four. Restrained by my normal standards.

Whites ahoy

Just caught the new 'Daz' washing powder ad. It's in the style of a bad (very bad) soap, with the femme fatale striding up to the honest garage mechanic muttering about how she wants to strip off his overalls 'cos the grungy smell turns her on.

She unzips the overall, to reveal a sparking white T-shirt. At her protest, a good looking young man slides out from under the car he's been repairing, shooting daggers at the femme fatale and says that he does all the other mechanics washing for him now. He then gets up and hugs the other mechanic.

The tag line is to the effect that Daz gets stains out but will the garage mechanic be coming out...?

I couldn't help it, I howled with laughter. Witty, witty advert.

Highlander snippet

So, one of my resolutions for 2004 is to get back to writing. In that spirit, here's the beginning of a long HL story that I started in...2002. Ouch! I don't know when it'll be finished but hopefully some day I'll be able to write 'Fin', or 'Finis', or 'The End'. Not wanting to start a flame waror anything. *g*

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