Wiped and Unwired

I feel all broken and it was London whot did that to me.
My back hurts. My tongue hurts. My eyes hurt. My feet hurt. My wrists hurt. Alcohol-containing tears are running down my cheeks as I bandage my hands in vodka soaked cloths.

Today Loreena McKennit made me go clothes shopping at Oxford Circus with her. Christmas is not even two weeks away and that time of the year, the WHOLE of Oxford Street turns into what Primark on Oxford Street is all year around: HELL ON EARTH (see List of Places to Avoid in London).

Nameless tourists getting run over by buses, posh ladies in fur coats snarling at each other in a rather unladylike manner (I saw that! It was like they do in Hollywood films!), the white witch of Narnia laughing down at you from high above and in Primark on Oxford Street... well... I believe the cleaning ladies tacitly sweep up lost limps and ripped off heads in the evening...

And in the middle of it all: ME, pushing a lady in a wheelchair from John Lewis to bhs to H&M to Debenham's, desperately trying to ignore her singing the first 4 lines of "Let it snow" overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover again. At least I found her trousers she liked and bought and they even fit and suited her and so her FIRST VISIT TO OXFORD STREET SINCE 1998, which OF COURSE had to be undertaken IN MID-DECEMBER of the year I am working for her, was not all in vain...

Maybe, tho, my nerves could have handled the situation better if I had slept more and partied less this weekend, WHICH WAS GROSSARTIG! (If not to say GEIL, cause that is a dirty word, innit.) We went to a party at M&J's, who live in the former dog food factory I mentioned before and I ate bad things, that my teachers at school always told me would make me die. What they really made me do was chew my tongue to shreds and make a "hmmm" noise every single time I breathed out for 15 hours straight. (Sometimes I still do it. And my poor tongue is still sore. Very, very sore.)

(hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...)

It all was a lawt of fun and not as bad as dying at all. But I think at one point I did fall asleep in the bathroom.

Oh and by the way, the German Christmas market was pretty and fun and amazing and I went on a ferris wheel for the first time in my life, apart, I think, from that one night when I later did pee into my godfather's bed, who didn't care much, cause I was an age when no one cares what beds you pee into, cause they kind of expect you to, but you're still old enough to remember it 22 years later, cause you always were easily embarrassed.

Good night, now, I have to go to bed, hum myself to sleep and forget all the PAINS London gave me.

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