Wednesday, May 03, 2006

leave it to the birds and the bees

My purse went missing at the Hammersmith Palais on Sunday night/Monday morning - one of those things you try very hard to chalk up to experience ('it could have been my car keys, my phone, so much worse and I was never in any dancger blah bla bla') whilst kicking yourself repeatedly in the shins for being such a dope and leaving it un-hidden. Or for dropping it on the stairs; whichever I actually did. Whatever, it's a pain in the arse and my clever economy of only going to the evening party has been totally buggered by the loss of the cash.

In the meantime I watch my bank account like a hawk to see whether some slimy arse is ordering shiny gadgets on Amazon. It's a very sobering experience watching money drain out of my bank account, and one I generally avoid at all costs.

I may have to sell my body.