I remember when you first told me you were gay. I turned my back on you....that was my first mistake.
We were recording and went to buy chips and beans and he was like "what? that's just potato on potato" It was the funniest thing I've ever heard. Even to this day he still thinks it and refuses to believe otherwise. And that was almost 2 years ago. I wanted us to put a sound bite of him saying "chips and beans? that's just potato on potato" in the recording, but he didn't agree That's why he's not in the band anymore.
This is huge and I don't even mind if nobody reads this, but it must be ranted about or I will explode. I just went to the post office to collect 3 parcels. What ensued was the worst ****ing evening of the year. After waiting for 15 mins in a crowd of assholes, I got to the cashier and handed over the notes. I was then given 2 parcels and told that the third one was 'round the back'. This is unusual but I thought 'there must be a back entrance'' and went outside to look. Turns out there was, so I walked around the back and found a small office, which I went into and heard the guy in front speaking broken English to the girl serving who spoke back in English too. Since Czech isn't exactly the easiest language and my problem was a bit too complex for me to say properly I thought I'd be safer asking her if she wouldn't mind speaking English. So when I asked and she said "No." you can probably guess what my face looked like. Eventually after me trying my best to explain in half czech half english and including lots of hand gestures, some other girl finished her shift and said "okay, okay, follow me" and walked me right back round to the front of the Post Office, declaring: "In there!" When I tried explaining everything AGAIN she said "Oh okay.. ask her when she's finished." Pointing to somebody at a till. So I figured that means I could quickly butt in after the previous person was done. I was wrong. After being yelled at loudly to wait my turn for about 30 seconds, some other woman stuck her head around the door and asked me to go wait in line in English. I tried explaining **** AGAIN to no avail until some helpful fluent english speaker guy came around the side to help me. He asked me to point out the initial cashier who told me to go round the back, I did so and he went and blasted the guy so now I had 3 different cashiers looking at me like I was a huge ****. He then looked around all over for 20 or 30 mins while the post office emptied and I was stood there alone with the doors all locked up and he came and apologised and said there was an accident and it had been sent back to the sender and I had to come in tomorrow to check if it had been sorted yet. Angry, I headed home in the dark and pissing down rain. Arrive back at my apartment building, enter the front door and turn on the light. The fuse blows in the entire hallway and stairwell . Lift doesn't work and the stairs are darker than pitch black. When I've finally fumbled my way up the stairs to what I could only guess was my front door, I spend another 5 or 10 minutes trying to figure out which is the correct key for both locks on the door (I have about 9 keys). Eventually made it into the apartment and I'm out of tea bags. **** you, world.
Yeah pretty **** day overall. If my net cuts off you may have to check the newspapers over the next few days for rampages.
