- 30th
- August
- 2010
My jeans are all painty and holey, they really are, it’s funny, but that seems to be a side effect of painting customs on my knee instead of a dedicated custom easel or at the very least some kind of extended desk. Actually an extended desk may have been something I’d have in the near future after I spotted a reasonably priced one on the Ikea website after getting their new catalogue through my door yesterday (the highlight of my day) unfortunately after adding the desk/table to my cart (it was just £21) the website told me postage of the item would be £35. I laughed, then I cried, in my mind I wondered about all the different kinds of jewels and gold plating that must be used in the packaging. Then I closed the website and decided I’d rather paint on the floor in the middle of an industrial estate with no clothes on, and a midget jumping up and down on my back in golfing shoes, than pay £35 postage.
Anyhow, I am deskless. Right now this doesn’t matter so much as I’m sat in a small cafe drinking coffee on my own, there is a table here but I didn’t bring my paints. Idiot. There’s an old man sat talking about various operations he’s had this year, unfortunately the lady he’s talking to really couldn’t care less, and is trying to do some kind of important paperwork, I imagine the words heart operation may now accidentally appear in her documents. She may even dream about it tonight, her cafe based operation conversation. It might even haunt her forever, one day she might be the one trying to strike up the coffee shop conversation with a complete stranger simply because she’s run out of people to tell, or at least people who care.
I’ll stop here, my coffee has gone cold. I’ve taken a photograph from where I’m sat that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Operation guy is on it too. He seems a nice man. I’m glad his operation went well.
