Violation

Apologies for the elusiveness, work's been a little on the crazy side right now. Which is particularly frustrating, because I've been dying to tell you all about the horrendous experience I had on Monday night...

So there I was, innocently driving back from gym, on a dark and empty not-so-rural Oxford Rd, chattering away to my boyfriend on the phone (hope any traffic cops reading this don't view this as an admission of guilt). As I came to a red robot, I saw a strange-looking beggar waiting to approach me, so something told me to close my window, and although I'd finished my conversation with the Gilb, I begged him to stay on the phone as I waited that awkward minute for the robot to turn green. Predictably, the beggar came up to the car, I gestured (politely!) that I wasn't going to give him money, and then somewhat unpredictably, he started KISSING MY WINDOW! I was freaking - his lips look like the puckered sucker mouth of a remora fish (I think, I've never looked at one), and made this shlurping sound I could hear from inside the car. He even left saliva on the glass - gross! So I started tapping the window where his lips were and screaming "Take your disgusting lips off my car!" but I think that just spurred him on...

After what seemed an aeon, the robot changed colour, and I sped off, his lips leaving a trail of spit along the front window panel. Now I have the Catch-22 dilemma of not wanting to touch the window to clean the mark off, and being reminded of that revolting moment each time I open my car door.

So now you know.

But, onto better things: had a fabulous week of shopping sprees - three pairs of fabulous new shoes, one splendid new bag, one funky top, one heavenly 1940s-style dress, one hot pair of jeans. And all for far less money than they should have cost! Also, I've been quite the social bunny, with dinner arrangements, art exhibitions, Italian society events, cocktail parties, and a party at our flat tonight (first one hosted there since I moved in!), for which I've arranged a girl-meets-guy setup (he thinks she doesn't know I'm trying to set them up, she's going to pretend not to know) for my immense amusement.

Aaaaaand, if I get the time, next week I'll compile a list of porno Star Trek lines for y'all. This was inspired by a conversation with a colleague about that arb plastic surgery procedure, butt-hole bleaching - I've had far too many conversations about this recently. Not sure how Start Trek became related to the topic, but hey. I'll whet your appetites with one... Star Trek: Deep Space Naai.