Music:The Jesus & Mary Chain - My Little Underground
Little Dumb Days
Today, on the train home, I sat next to a mechanic in his mid twenties. This itself is not worth a mention, but the fact that he played Britney Spears' latest album on his discman at such an insane, shrieking sound level that leaked through my own headphones, is. Worse, he appeared to have a favourite song, and it was on repeat. The cunt. The train ride was thirty minutes, and every five or so (as the song restarted) I'd catch his gaze, and in the amazing ability I have with my mind, my gaze, and my facial expression, suggested that he explain himself and then turn the fucking thing down.
In the end, I got off the train.
The day was full of moments like this. Pity the people who got my continual sms' describing them.
