Salt, shot, lime

Last night I heard the British Philarmonic orchestra playing the Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana.  That probably means nothing to you, I'll show you: 

Yeah, that, you know it right? It's pretty well known I think, actually maybe not - I always recognise 

obscure pieces I like it - it's optimistic. It's beautiful and bright a

nd happy.

I've never watched an orchestra - I always play in them, always in them - I never watch them. I didn't 

like it - whenever I hear something Orchestral I wish I was involved. And I'm always slightly jealous - I wish I played more when I was younger. Oh well - we can't change the past right? Isn't that the worst thing about life? All the knowledge you gain is useless; you can't give it to your younger self, you can't advise yourself in the past, you're stuck wishing you'd known better, wishing you had been more shrewd and wishing you could go back and change it all.

Anyway, this reminded me of another piece I know; La Tristetezza D'inverno. It's Italian, as I'm sure you can see - it's a Mandolin solo.

It's awesome but melancholy, beautiful and sad, depression a

nd bliss, a load of other oxymorons.  

I liked it because it always reminds me

of Palestine - I don't know why, we don't

really have mandolins in Palestine, but 

this just reminds me of everything good

and great about my country. Not the

terrorist, not Hamas, not el naqba, 

but the land and trees and sea and 

olives and people and coffee and 

homous and bread and dust and 

holy oil and sand and hills and trees 

and Getsemanhe.

Anyway - how did I hear the orchestra? I've been doing barwork at the Tower of London. Yes - inside the tower. I sell beer on top of the spot Anne Boleyn had her head chopped off. How awesome is that? Newton discovered gravity at the tower too, built by the Norman King William (after Hastings 1066) in order to protect himself from the English peasants/foreigners vying for the throne.

Yeah, that's £3.50 please. One Kronenburg and a London pride - that's £7.60 please and would you like ice with your Cider?

I gave a drunk woman a load of tequila shots.

"I'M ONLY 21 AND I'VE NEVER DONE TEQUILA BEFORE"

"Well I'm 19 and I've done it loads. Salt, shot, lime".

"Whaaat?"

"Salt, shot lime. GO GO GO."

"Probably shouldn't encourage drinking but meh."

"Thankyou for being lovely, girl with big puppies".

...

Yeah.

She kept trying to buy me a shot, but no, no, can't drink whilst I'm working, sorry.

A man gave me a £5 tip today, and asked me to keep it to myself. Recently really 

strange things have been happening; people are being horrendously nice to me, and horrendously horrible.

Someone stole my tips at work - what a low life thing to do. I'm absolutely broke - it costs me £4 to get to

and back from the Tower. Tbh I need my tips, don't even get paid for ages... I'm ranting to my friend, guy overhears, puts £10 in my bag.

"Noo, I can't accept this! Take it backkk!"

"I know what it's like to be barstaff, that's really horrid. Take it!"

"I can't, my boss would shoot me"

"Just accept it!"

Then he walked off before I could give it back.

I guess some people really are nice?

The next day I was buying lunch (brah I'm rich - £10 tips!), I'm in the queue, I'm waiting to queue

"I'll pay for the girl as well"

"Ehhh wut?"

"Don't worry about it - it's nothing to me"

"No, srsly it's fine"

Then the (restaurant guy?) took his money and paid for my food.

Hahaha I'm loaded. He didn't even try to chat me up too much. How strange. People are throwing money at me - I feel like a lapdancer.

Okay move on to the next day, I'm at the tube station, going down the stairs, minding my own business. There's a girl in front of me. So? So nothing. I'm walking down the stairs, she's directly infront of me.

Guy next to me: "WHY THE FUCK YOU LOOKIN' AT MY GIRLFRIEND? I LOOK AFTER MY GIRL, WHAT THE FAAAACK YOU LOOKING AT?"

Erm... okay.

I didn't even answer. Tbh, I didn't even know what he was talking about. W.T.F?

He stormed in front of me, took his girls hand and they walked down the rest of the stairs and across the platform. I didn't even see her face. He's turning, he looks at me, he points, "look at that faaaacking lesbian".

W.T.F? Was I hitting on his girlfriend? I was walking down the stairs - am I a threat? Do I look threatening? Wearing my work clothes, flat shoes, shit hair - I'm a threat? Absolutely no idea, heh, maybe he was coked up, all shifty as fuck.

Whatevs. Later that night I saw this guy hitting his girlfriend quite alot and screaming at her. Spread the love people! Love makes the World go round, a rasta guy in Sweden told me that. He also told me his babymama was Jewish and 

that Hippocrates learnt his medicine from a black person, and would you like anymore banana cake?

I want this jacket http://media.photobucket.com/image/adidas%20jacket/duncanbaby/CIMG0023-1.jpg

and these http://www.cloggs.co.uk/content/ebiz/cloggs/invt/495/495-converse-hi-top-optical-white-m.jpg

Yeah I'm a chav.

I have a chamber recital next week - I'm not that chavvy.

Today I got quite drunk at work - sorta afterworks drinks, except we're the barstaff so it's awesome.  I got drunk in the tower of London - then some beefeaters shifted us out because it's incredibly illegal to be on the Queens Property out of hours.  Whoopsy.

I was drunk, and had to navigate my way home on the tube.  I almost missed my stop, bought a minging chicken wrap and had a conversation about Jordan's rapist on the tube with a 15 year old probably more drunk than me.

I came home "hey mum, i'm well tipsy and would you like some chicken?"

Actually my mum had drunk 5 beers and was in a worse state than me.

LOVE YOU MUMMMM. 

Yahh.  Recounting the day.  Fuck all especially interesting has happened in the last week tbh.  But did you know Scotch is simply Scottish whiskey?  I thought it was a drink in its own right.  Oh dear..

And Soju is the third biggest (alcoholic) drink drunk in the World? I hate Soju; me and Jess got pretty KO'd on that stuff this summer, staggered back home and crashed in my bed (though she lived around 3 mins from my house).

It's Korean btw, absolute poison imo.

Btw - do you know any good ways to stop yourself talking when you're drunk? I told the till operator he looked like an oddly fanciable Jesus. Great. There's a pubcrawl next week where my attendance is not only expected but required >_<. Rather not make a complete fuckwit of myself in front of the iccle newbie freshers.