it's been a while

i've moved out that's why. no internet at the moment, not even a phone line! i've been having to converse with my new housemates. the lost art of a conversation which i've truly lost as i all seem to talk about is shit and stabbing, sometimes even shit stabbing.

my arms are almost back to normal, just feels a bit stiff. i get my cast off in under a week.
things to do when i take my cast off:
1. wash my arm
2. wash it again
3. have a proper shower/bath. it may take a bath to clean me
4. get back on my bike (to see what i need to fix)
5. sot out my new room

so my bike is alright, just need to put on some new bar tape and true the wheels and it'll be back to normal. though it does need a good clean, just like me.

one thing i've noticed about breaking both my arms is the differing levels of sympathy you get from people. some people ask you "are you ok with that bag?" or "do you want to sit here?" which is very nice. but some people just don't care. these people are mothers, mainly mothers of more than one child. they might as well add a plough to the front of their prams/buggies the way they terrorise the pavements of north london. what is with the whole 'i have brought life into the world therefore i'm far more important/significant than you and can do what i want'. i did a massive shit after coming out hospital, probably record breaking, that could of been classed as a life form (me talking about poo again, i apologise). do you see me barging people out the way? no! the pavement is a public place in which are all equals. yes it's common courtesy to give way to those less-abled than us but the less-abled are equal to the less-abled.