Kingston and Pizza! (Blog 592)

Yesterday I properly celebrated by birthday by going on a shopping trip in Kingston then going for a meal with my family! Right, as I walked to the train station my trousers kept falling down which was annoying, obviously. I guess I need some more clothes from Staines, God knows what I’m going to call that blog, the title alone will surely end up having about 50 words in it, many repeated. Once I got on the train I could tighten my trousers up. I may have looked like a perv as I did so, but it was my only option. Right, time to make some notes on the transportation I guess, those being about the trousers falling down and me looking like an offender, I know people thought the worst of me. Oh no, my pen wasn’t working! I guess I’ve used it for a good few months now, it was an accident waiting to happen. Hang on… the pen seemed full of ink, that didn’t make sense… I dissected the biro and blew into the ink cartridge, hoping to shift the ink into the nib. It worked! The downside being I got ink all over my hands. At least I didn’t have to buy another pen in the town, just so I could make notes as I have another 14 pens already. Also on the train I noticed the bell that sounds when the door opens has a slight swing to it. Jazzy train!

I don’t really know what to say about the first music shop I went to. I guess I found it nice and easily and my trousers didn’t fall down. I suppose it was impressive I found the place, as I can never remember if it’s called Banquet Records, or Boutique Records, the two shops being in different towns. It sounds like I had a 50/50 chance of finding the place, actually I just kept a lookout for the BR shop sign. I’d have to be seriously lost if I was in another area, many miles away. After that, I went to HMV. Oh no! I saw a Superheaven CD which is a band I like very much, but I didn’t know if the album on sale was an album I had already. I really was hoping on getting the 3rd and final LP by the band, but purchasing it would be a risk. (I guess I don’t like them enough to remember basic things about them). I looked at the date the album was made and it was a recent release. Call this sour grapes, but later albums are usually worse anyway. Not always though, Deftones’s third album is their best. In the shop I bought three metal albums all beginning with ’S’ which sounds lazy, although the descriptions of the music on the cases did sound interesting.

After that, I bought a new notepad as my old one has been more or less wrecked by me using it as a cushion for my lower leg, as I rest my limb against my solid wooden desk with my computer on top of it. I could sit more normally, but it just doesn’t feel natural. Similarly, I much prefer sitting on chairs that are tilted on their back two legs. Sitting normally is very dull for me, always has been. In the same shop, I asked what time it was and I was told 1:20 PM. I had just ten minutes or so to run to the station, or I’d have to wait another hour for the train home, what a time to get lost! (Well, a tiny bit lost). Oh. When I got there, it seemed I had another 40 minutes to wait, I guess maths has never been my strong suit. To be sure, I checked how much time I had by asking a member of staff, and she showed me a list of times. I asked if I had ten minutes to wait and the person said ‘yes’, so I went through the checkpoint and waited for the train. It was there I found I had 40 minutes to wait. I don’t think the staff member heard me as it was a busy station, and you know what? I get that, I wing things, too.

Whatever the case, too long sorry. I walked back to the checkpoint, but I didn’t have my ‘towards’ ticket anymore as the machine takes it. I asked the same member of staff to let me through, which was the least she could do and she did, which was something. Back in the town, I got an ice cream from a van, wandered around the shopping centre for a bit, got bored then went back to the station. On the train home, I saw a jumbo jet that looked like it was hovering in mid air. I found it weird when I heard no one really knows how planes fly, try explaining them being stationary! Remember on my most recent Staines blog when I said how strange it was when I saw two different speed signs in the same place, forcing you to work with averages? Well, I saw a train speed sign with 60 on top and 40 on the bottom. 60 divided by 40? That’s 1.5 mph… Not only that, the train was very clearly speeding. Luckily as the weather was hot and I was sweaty, I then realised most of the ink on my hands had been washed off! If my nails could sweat, it would be perfect.

The meal, then! I went to a pizza place (I won’t say the name for legal reasons, as I will soon be pointing out how Papa John’s in better), with my dad, brother, sister in law, three nieces and one nephew! We talked about a wide range of topics, but the highlights were inspirational/disappointing world cup stories and getting flies drunk by letting them drink wine. I think it’s worth pointing out here that you can give drugs to flies if you really want to and the fly should respond in the same way as people. Funny stuff. What wasn’t funny was me noticing the fly washing itself, I still take the fact flies find people disgusting personally, especially as the fly was actually a rather pretty deep green colour. I guess my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I wanted to show everyone the hilarious 20 second clip of the world’s worst ever football moment, but my brother said he didn’t have his phone. That didn’t RUIN the meal, but it was sad. I also boasted about how many PJ reward points I had. I told my brother to guess how much free money I had, and he asked ‘£100?’ I said nearly £300. I was hoping for a wow, but everything found that slightly weird. I explained that I only recently figured out how to spend my reward points and it was still considered weird.

We all had various meals, and I had a chicken starter and a pizza main course. Not as nice as PJ (told you), but still pretty good! The dessert was better than PJ’s, but you get smaller portions in the restaurant. The large glass of wine I drank throughout the meal was stronger than I was expecting, and therefore it sedated me a fair bit. That seemed to make others feel a little uncomfortable, but that kind of response is more a less a 100% of the time experience for me, so I wasn’t too bothered. I should note that I ate my whole meal very easily, despite eating a fair amount earlier on in the day, I also ate some of my dad’s pizza but in my defence, the bread was very thin. Luckily after about half an hour after finishing my wine I was back in the real world more, but when leaving the place I found walking straight to be a little bit of a challenge. Could be worse, though, I could have fallen flat on my face. That was the trip out neatly summarised! My family may be offended I had more to say about the shopping, suggesting I liked it more, but that’s not true! I actually wrote more because I kept screwing up and the only thing that screwed up in the pizza place was my misjudging how strong the wine was. And bye!