I Got Better Things To Do...

It's a brighter day than ever before

'Cause I don't think aboutchya no more.
I got better things to do than remember you.

me. funkalicious chic
soulful side-kick? vacancy
gig. Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

say what? Show starts at 7:30PM. I buy my single ticket at 7:35PM and rock out for 3 hours.
why? Because I gots ta!

Annoyed by work, relationships, flatmates and that hum drum nature of everyday life, I decided to break out of the cookie-cutter mould and head to the Barbican concert hall. I'd never gone to a concert alone, but jazzing up a random Wednesday night was what I needed in my life! A defiant release of pent up angst came in the form of dance and song for me. Momentarily beaten down by the social obligation that was my life, I sought inspiration through the chorus of Ms. Jones. It's clear she's a woman that you don't mess with. I need a little more of that gritty edge in my swagger ;). 

I surprised myself that night because I was not chagrined in the least by my solo state. Perhaps I'm coming into my own after all.

What's the definition of your definition?

Hmmm. I think I was a "problem" customer the other day because I had trouble reading a menu.

Huffa

What's a huffa? 

It's like a sandwich, but it's in a bap.

Bap
What's a bap? 

It's a big bun.

Brown Sauce
What is brown sauce?

HP



After my odd line of questioning, I had no choice, but to order the huffa. Luckily, it was delicious.

Analog Altercation

In a world dominated by digital entertainment, operations and service, the analog way of life can be challenging. Simple and basic were once words I used to differentiate analog from the complicated digital stuff, but this is no longer the case.

Picture it. 

It was a sweltering summer day in June 2011.
I was on my way to Suffolk to bask in the landscapes immortalized by English romantic painter, John Constable. 

When Suffolk was announced as the next stop, I prepared to alight. Perplexed when the doors did not automatically open, I made a few panicked attempts to open the door with brute force. Sure enough, the train pulled away and I missed my stop. The first train employee I saw heard all about my troubles with opening doors. At that point, he walked me over to the door and explained that there are no open buttons or auto-sensors on these older trains. Instead, doors only open when you push down the window, reach outside, pull up a lever and glide the door open.

Of course.