Kingston Again Part 1,000,000 (Blog 355)

Today, I’ll be getting a CD in Kingston! The problem is on a Sunday, trains only leave my home station and get back there once an hour as opposed to the typical twice. I have 25 minutes to get my musical treat in the slightly far off London town, and if I don’t achieve that goal, I’m going to have to wait at Kingston station for a possible 60 minutes. Super boring. And of course I won’t have a mobile phone for entertainment as I don’t like them. And apparently, mobiles can make you obsessed with your teeth! (If you’re confused by that, read on! Excellent writing). If however I get my CD super quick, I may only wait a couple of minutes! It’s a very special feeling when you wait such a short period. It’s a better high than you can possibly imagine. Better than winning the lottery, AND cocaine, (I’d imagine!) just without the huge comedown and weeks in bed feeling pretty awful. Unless maybe you’re a noob to such experiences. I on the other hand, am a hardened station waiter. One of the best, a legend on the scene. And it is a real scene, if you haven’t heard of it it’s because people feel silly being part of it. But not me.

Because of my trademark over-cautiousness, after my suburban ramblings, I had 25 minutes to wait before my train left for Kingston. In the meantime, I could play my carriage digital clock game where I try to tap my finger exactly as the minute changes. Tapping in such a precise way is incredibly rare, the last time I managed to do so was in Ashford hospital car park three years ago, I remember it well. I still live in hope that I can do it again. Trying to predict when my computer goes from a slightly darkened display to full sleep mode is satisfying too, and I do manage to do that every now and then. Sometimes BANG ON. It only takes about 10 seconds for the switch, but the thrill IS there. After leaving the transportation, it turned out I didn’t get lost, but I certainly wasn’t 100% sure of where to go. Enough of that, in the CD shop I didn’t really have any kind of clue what to look for, so I picked an album called ‘Rush!’ by Maneskin and hoped for the best. The label said it was critically acclaimed and that was good enough for me. The thing is, the cover art is of a little girl. Hardly brutal or even remotely cool. But I trusted the label. The shopkeeper looked at me like I was some kind of pansy, but I’ll put the CD on after I finish typing up my notes. Maybe it is indeed, brutal. You never know.

You know what? I smashed my 25 minute time limit, I found that out after seeing the station clock. Could I spend the 10 minutes or so I had getting upperclass chocolates in the town? No. Too risky. However, earlier on in day when shopping for food, I noticed some Cadburys (pretty average in terms of quality but not bad) chocs called ‘Dairy milk hot cross bun flavour’. Wow. I could certainly check that out instead when getting back to my home town. After leaving the train, a man with an American accent said ‘well done man!’ to what I THINK was the train announcer. Note how I didn’t say ‘American man’, as he could have been an English man who had a stroke. (Yes, strokes can cause your accent to change!) If he did have a stroke and had cognitive decline, maybe saying ‘well done man!’ to a random person doing a random every day job where errors are basically unheard of, would be the expected thing to do. I don’t know.

So yeah, after leaving the train I got that chocolate. This blog has a tiny bit of a weird structure, but hey. What’s the food like? Let’s try it now as I watch Youtube! Woooaho! Woooweee! I take the ‘average’ comment back, that was amazing! To my great shame I ate all of it. It was a lot. Ok, I’m going to have to floss my teeth and have some mouthwash. If I don’t do that? Dental terror. I know that sounds shallow, but I saw a video explaining how social media (often on phones) enhances such a ‘negative’ trait. So there you go, mystery over. Now let’s check my CD out! Hopefully it’s not too girly. A little girly is ok, but let’s not push it. Ok, the music is alright I guess, but maybe it’ll grow on me. I’ll tell you what is cool, though; I just shut down a Youtube video and the first time I saw on my computer clock was 14:55:41. A palindrome! I’ve written stories about palindrome addiction and that’s what’s happened to me. Actually now that I think of it, my problems inspired the writings in the first place. Not the other way round! I feel bad the way I may be causing palindrome addiction in others, but in moderation, they can actually enhance your life, I think. Everything in moderation is ok, right? If you deliberately wake up at 04:00:40, then things have gone too far. I think that’s it! Bye!