I'm talking time rather than position - so not bandits at 9 o'clock, more "ridiculously cheap food" at the rejects counter.
I like slipping in at 9:50, after a busy night's teaching. The smug guy is there on the door, but it's too early for him to say "I'm sorry sir we're closed" so you can flash him that "I may be some time smile" and stride in. I tried to stay away from the dvds and cds, my usual Tuesday night vice - I've been known to spend all my pay if I've had a bad night. However, being a tight northern git, I find cheap food difficult to resist. So I am currently enjoying Cumberland Sausage with potatoes, veg and gravy (5p) and some jam filled iced fingers, pack of 5, 5p - and it's hard to think of a better way of spending a penny.
Sixer is ill and has retired to bed, leaving me a cryptic note:
Bin Weds.
I presume this is a reference to a bizarre nespaper story about a bin that's just got married, but she was too delirious to clarify.
In other news, I'm becoming more attuned to local council fookwittage, so this item on the news caught ny ears on the way home.
Apparently Loughborough Council, in their haste to get the town ready for some celebration or other, have cleared away all the cycle racks in the town. Many of them with bikes still attached. Although nobody was told in advance about this, a spokesmoron said "Cyclists needn't worry. If they apply to the council they can have their bikes back almost straight away."
That's me then. Night all.
31/10/06 @ 22:56