Sex, drugs and coriander

I’m trying to remember what we did at the weekend, but my mind’s drawing a blank.

Ummm.

Oh yeah, we went to Rotherham and Barnsley on Saturday, although it was a little too humid again to enjoy. Rotherham was nicer than I’d expected and it has a great indoor market that I would like to go back to. An old man was trying to bargain at a charity stall but the woman serving him was clearly fed up with, what I’m assuming, wasn’t his first visit and got quite short tempered with him. There was an Asian food stall where women were buying great big bouquets of coriander. Not just those sad, tiny pots we pay a fortune for in the supermarket… just proper great bunches of leaves. Obviously the not-so-secret ingredient in Asian/Indian cooking.

Yesterday I went for my weekly job search. The guy was really nice and we had a little chat. He perhaps told me a little too much about his personal life and I felt a bit awkward.

In town I think somebody was doing drugs in the toilet stall next to mine because I heard the rustling of tin foil and then him flicking his lighter to “cook” something. He kept singing and talking to himself, so he must have been happy about something. I zipped up fast and made a quick exit.

On the way through town as I was passing a pub I heard two old geezer smokers outside talking. One said to the other: “if I’m gonna do a robbery I’m gonna do it so that I can retire, I ain’t going to prison”. Maybe talk about that indoors, guys, not on the street where everybody can hear you. I’m sure it was just drunk talk, they looked pretty leathered.

I’m off to town today so I hope it’s just a little cooler than it was yesterday.

I’m not the sort that flourishes in humidity.