Wednesday, November 12
Rush Hour + Rain = Rage
I fucking hate rush hour when it's raining.
I absolutely fucking hate rush hour when it's raining.
The tube always smells of warm water, and it always seems fuller because everybody is wearing at least one extra layer of clothes. It's nigh-on impossible to walk down the streets without being hit by an umbrella, even when you're carrying one yourself.
While on the subject of umbrellas, the following is an impassioned plea to all of those who ever walk on the streets when it's raining. DON'T CARRY A GOLF UMBRELLA. Yes, you're a great man with a huge penis. Yes, you may have a very large car, and also a very large house. Why the fuck do you need to carry a fucking huge golf umbrella for walking between the tube station and you're office. Can you not make do with an ordinary-sized one? Fucking scumbags.
I almost got clattered by one just a minute ago. I'd just left the tube station at Temple, and was walking behind a random guy with an enormous golf umbrella. We passed between a phone box and a lamppost, and his umbrella got stuck. I was pretty close behind him, and was about an inch away from getting a spike in my face. Stupid prick. Grrrrr, makes me so friggin' angry.
And another thing: what is it about the first rain in ages that makes all buildings switch on their heating systems? You wrap up extra-warm because it's cold and wet out, then as soon as you enter a building (in this case my uni library) you break out in a sweat because it's so goddamn hot and you've got more clothes on than usual! Fucking whole world is against me, I swear.
And I'm not in a particularly bad mood, as the above might suggest, just a little exasperated and irritated... Thankfully, the Curly Wurly chocolate bar I found in my bag a minute ago has helped soothe my ire.