Exit stage left for a late evening raid for some ‘essentials’ at the local supermarket thus managing to avoid Rhydian (he’d be camp if he wasn’t so up his posterior) on X Factor (hurray) and walked half heartedly in the evening air with fireworks going off all around me.
There were still people wandering the streets dressed in Halloween get-up, some of them adults of advancing years so I imagine that either dressing up is their thing or some of them were combining Halloween and fireworks night for the benefit of ‘the kiddies’.
I meandered around the sparsely stocked supermarket aisles to the sound of Razorlight’s ‘Somewhere else’ (‘I really really wish I could be some where else…’).
I had forgotten to report that a few days ago the same supermarket was playing Peter, Bjorn and John’s ‘Young Folks’ which had prompted many fully grown adults to whistle along in unison (almost surreal).
The checkout lady managed to have what seemed like a near fatal coughing fit all over my items whilst I offered a meek ‘Are you alright?”. She waved me away and may still be in the throes of coughing even now.
You Can’t Beat A Good Meander
I meandered my way home through the dark streets, taking the long way around which avoids the alley ways that I’d probably use in the daylight hours. Quite a few families with young children standing outside to watch some of the fireworks.A jogger passed passed me whilst doing that limbering up thing they do to loosen their arms and hands which looks daft when undertaken whilst still running.
Nearer to home a lone woman stood out of the pavement watching a nearby display standing alone in what seemed to be just a camisole top and jeans, arms folded tightly and self consciously whilst a casually holding a lit cigarette.
She did not look happy.