And I’ve always thought of it as a rather wasted economy. Not a fan. I mean sometimes its ok, going out for a steak for example. That last time at Scotts was good, several whisky cocktails in too, but for the most part, it is a waste of money and a waste of my time. I would much rather refuel at 4:30 with the girls and spend the time as I would usually, in the gym or in the garage or writing in here. Or somewhere else. I am as happy with a bowl of tinned soup or a frozen lasagne as I am with a £30 meal out.
But it’s ok now and then though, and I’d much rather eat a steak than some shite ‘fill me up now’ food like Frankie and Bennies which cost the same. All or nothing. A detriment to my economy, fucks up my month and generally puts me out of sync, financially, gastronomically and physically as I feel I’m always missing something. Put on the back foot by something I didn’t want in the first place. No I’m staying in and not half going on about it here, but don’t blame me, blame HDT, he brought it up and I am at the very mercy of his own journals and meandering thoughts. Maybe get a morning to myself tomorrow and catch up on some of the big stuff. Haven’t written in here on a plane before either.