14 Apr 2003
“Erm, okay Bruce.”
Too fucking right alright! So then I make with the poignant video shop guy observation coz I gotta make sure she knows I’m smart as sin and a whole lotta switched on. “Yeah, you see, this film I’m holding in my hand right now is one of the few films that I can recommend and if you don’t like it the problem lies with you and not the film.” Blondie digs this and has a laugh whilst Wild One snatches a snickers and tears it open. I calm myself by looking at Nat as she bows her neck slightly as she reads the back of the cover. I was told once I have great hands. I want to utilise them on her neck. I don’t, however, and I return to my seat behind the counter as Nat runs out to answer her mobile. Runs out in bare feet. The girl is dynamite. She is studying for a degree in some field of natural geography and I mean to ask her about Ox Bow Lakes whose mysterious means of creation I have forgotten and have been keeping me awake at night recently. And then I think about Nat. Then I sleep. This is censored by good taste, albeit it in smidgens.