Wednesday, 9 January 2008

fuck-all friday

actually, it's wednesday. but i've been less productive today than on an ordinary friday. i'm meant to be writing an essay but i just cannae engage with the subject matter. and then my bank called, which royally pissed me off. i've had three phone calls in three days giving me identical information, which i already had from internet banking anyway. but i feel bad getting pissed off with the people who call me, because my bank is one of those who contracts their monkey work out to south asian call centres. so the poor kids who work their arses off in seemingly good careers that spoilt brats like me "just don't fancy" end up getting all the shit from dissatisfied customers that really should be delivered to the MD or whatever the fat cat big boss is referred to. that's bollocks and i know it. it's not the MD who makes these decisions, it's bloody middle-management. always middle-management...

anyway, i already used the opportunity of returning to uni as an excuse for opening a new bank account with a way more ethical bank, so i guess i'll leave the pathetic bastards asap. just have to hang tight until the student loan comes through...

on a marginally brighter note, yesterday i made almond milk, spelt bread, falafel and houmous. today i felt devoid of culinary creativity, so i made tomato soup and filled my bowl with yesterday's spoils - how does it grab you? it was bloody tasty. just a bunch of basil, black pepper and splash of balsamic vinegar blended into a tin of chopped tomatoes (i heard they're best in tins because they get canned super fresh, but i thought they were also pateurised which would denature enzymes and proteins, right? anyway, i'm a massive fan of tinned tomatoes) really good with falafel instead of meatballs if you're that way inclined.

as far as playing out goes, i've been an inside girl today. i was going to go out but it was fucking crazy howling gale-force winds all night and the prospect of cycling through glasgow's dirty streets in strong wind seemed slightly suicidal. especially considering i was nearly knocked off on at least three separate instances on my way home yesterday! glasgow drivers are particularly bad/rude/rubbish/oblivious. maybe it's the lower light levels you get around here, or maybe they're arseholes. who know? either way, i don't head out without helmet and lights, simply because they cannae be trusted. it would be nice to play squash or something tonight...