Woke up this morning and stumbled out of bed. Wasn’t hung over … which must be a first for me on a Jan 01. Wasted about an hour and a half watching the Transformers movie with Angel while sitting on some heat packs and hoping my drugs would kick in. I tell you it’s fucking tiring waking up every morning feeling like crap…every… single… fucking… day 🙁
By about 10am I felt like I should go out and doing something… anything! Just wanted to get out of the house for a bit and remembered there was a giant book / CD/ DVD sale happening down at the Convention Centre and thought it might be worth checking out.
Turns out I was wrong. There were tables and tables of CDs most of which had dodgy titles like ‘Scotland the Brave – Tunes from the Highlands’ or ‘Million Seller Hits of ’44-’53’ and while I didn’t actually see anything titled ‘Frankledick Humpdeback’s Panflute Classics’… I am sure something of that ilk was in there somewhere. The DVDs were even dodgier and looked all vaguely pirated with low quality printed covers etc. And unfortunately the books were equally disappointing. How can you have a book sale and not have a single non-fiction book in the place? I thought book sale? Yeah…. watch out Visa here I come, but wandering the stacks of novels, novels and more novels… I was quite safe from hitting the credit card.
So while, yes it did get me out of the house and I had a gentle stroll around for a few hours, if it was books I was after I should have stayed at home and taken advantage of the Met sale online.
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