Actual Excitement!

I promise - I know the last few haven't been so gripping, but I've had some majorly crazy stuff happen in the last few days.

I am so filled with the joys at present.  Just got a lift back from Bridge Church, so obviously the happies from that, combined with the lift- getting, combined with that I just used my sick monkey-man skills to break into my empty house (climbed over garage, slipped in through the back) and that I didn't kill anyone scooting to B.C.  You know how drivers say that driving on ice is really dangerous?  It actually is.  I was avoiding these people at a bus stop, so had to go through a really small icy puddle, really slowly, in a straight line.  Thing is, the line ended up not being so straight, so I did this amazing 180 spin, hit some concrete and avoided all the people.  Nobody got hurt, but I learnt a real lesson about scooting on ice, and how it doesn't work.  Then a scooted a few more kicks, and slowed down as I approached this woman.  She hadn't seen me, but because I'd been so cautious as to slow down, again nobody was hurt.  The cool water of my bumbled apologies met the fiery lava of her thoughtless expletives, quickly forming an obsidian of mutual disrespect.  Minecraft analogies aside, I'm glad nobody got hurt.  I looked pretty dyspraxic though. 

Dyspraxia, as I was explaining to Josh Scott last night, is not contagious, but I can deliberately infect people with is via physical contact if I so choose.  Obviously I don't, because that's a pretty malicious curse to put on somebody's life.  Since I've started talking about it from near the end, let me take you through yesterdays events backwards:
- Explained Dyspraxia to Josh
-Went into Trocadero's (who have a pretty rubbish website)
- Bought a Cinnabon Classic from Cinnabon.
- Ate a cinnabon mini
- Considered whether or not to spend 3.70 on a Cinnabon Classic

Well, this is taking ages and probably isn't gripping.  Between changing stlyes, let just whisk you away from the past, to the very present, as I type.  My dad just put on some Christmas Carols.  It's the first Sunday of Advent, which in the Lovell house hold (by decree of the Man of the House, and the favour of everyone except my mum) means that it's permitted to play carols, and get excited about Christmas.  This gives me more of the yellow jumpies. (Like warm fuzzies, but more lively, and less to do with feeling like a good person).  Now, let us journey, once again, back in time. (wibble wobble wibble wobble) (watch robbie the reindeer 1 and 2 this Christmas)

Basically, yesterday was the XL staff dinner at Brick Lane.  We went to this restraunt called Cinnamon, which was a bit crap (not to be confused with Cinnabon, which is epic).  I had a kebabish jalfrezi, which took ages and then was really spicy.  This was still quite cool, because when I have really spicy food, I get kind of weird.  My arms were all tingling, and everything was happening a bit after it actually happened.  Sound was all muffled and my head was funny.  It is actually like a crazy, really short term, no bad side effects drug. 

The most exciting thing was definitely what happened on the way to brick lane, when I was at a bus stop in Loughton, and all these crazy badmans staggered up, ciggarettes in mouth, tasteless attire, the works.  Then they all ran accross the road and nearly died, which relieved me somewhat.  Then they all ran back accross the road.  It wasn't like they did it just for kicks, I legitametly feel that they were so deindividuated they ran accross the road and didn't actually know why. 

Then a 20 pulled up, and I went upstairs without thinking, along with these 20 crazy wastemans.  I sat relatively near the front, but then so did that short kid all gangs have, the one who's really small and lary.  Our conversation went as follows:
Crazy kid: Oi mate, where you from?
Myself:  Highams Park
C.K: Wot?
M: Highams Park
C.K:  What you got?
M: Uhhh... this bag... My kickboard
[(Some chavs blackberry goes off]
C.K: You got blackberry!
M:  Uhhh no.  This is my phone.  (pulls out 15 year old brick phone)
C.K:  Nah man, you got blackberry!
Kid's mates:  (in vague, unimaginative unision) Nah, he's nobody, he's nobody. / Leave him! (etc.)
C.K: Nah, he's got blackberry!
Kid's mates:  Go downstairs, mate, go downstairs.
M: Uhhh yeah.  I'm gonna do that.
C.K:  Wasteman, you got a blackberry!

Because obviously I'm a wasteman for not wanting to be mugged by a 12 year old for a phone I clearly don't have. 

See, told you this one was exciting.