i slept in this morning, it was great. i'm so powerful now. very comfortable getting eaten by saber tooth tigers, or being mistaken for a lettuce by a fawn

yesterday i was in lewisham shopping centre, where simon legg was born

• in the Sainsbury's I picked up a box of 12 punk IPAs they were selling for 12 pounds

• the end of the box was open

• i was already carrying too much stuff (mostly frankfurters)

• a beer fell out of the box and i tried to catch it

• i dropped everything, babybels and all

• i went to the floor and started up cans and sausages, but they were rolling around all over the place

• a very nice person asked if i needed help, and i said "no" and they came over anyway

• they gave me their basket, and went to get themselves a new basket

• and when they came back they reached under the shelves for me to grab a stray ipa that had tried to get awayTt

• anyway: they were very kind, too kind, and i thanked them a lot but not enough. thank-you stranger

this week i've been packing and unpacking and making ikea furniture and working. work is fun at the moment. i'm looking forward to

when people say "it looks like it was taken with a potato" they mean it looks like a photatograph

there's a pub that is literally a 3 minute walk from my bed

i did other things, but the only thing's i've written down this week have been in my todo list