...Berry. It's like having my hand back. Working in Bath today, a beautiful town full of characters. I needed a blackberry charger, so popped into a generic phone shop. The boy behind the counter was about 18, and seemed quite sweet. He told me where to go should I stay the night. 'This place is well chavvy, that one plays some pretty good R'n'B, and Punana's round the corner is alright.' I asked him what constitutes as chavvy; "you know, drug dealers and slags.'As we waited for my phone to charge he directed me to the station 'just straight down past the gippo market,' then I thanked him for the hospitality; 'You're welcome. Whatever that means.'
I felt very London in Bath today. It was an accident. I'm currently in posession of a vintage leather mulberry bag (I'm told it's on loan, but I'm working on it). This, teamed with seemingly the only heels within a 10 mile radius, and a paper cupped soya chai latte did not make it hard to stick out like a sore thumb. I wore my smile though, the equivalent of wearing a t-shirt reading 'in denial.'
Going to have a nap on the train now, got to get sleep where you can.
I also don't like blackberry blogging, it makes my thumbs narky x
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