On a train as usual. Marylebone to Leam.
Every time I’m in this journey, about half way through I get a really strong urge to look up and when I do I see the same thing just north of Bicester. Every single time I fancy a glance out the window BAM there it is, Matalan. Its happened every time on the previous 6 or 7 journeys and I don’t look out the window that often because I’m normally working or on my phone or whatnot.
If this isn’t a sign from above that my destiny lies within the 4 walls of that Matalan warehouse, surrounded by cheap poor quality goods then I don’t know what is.
Also I hate it when people shake up drinks by just inverting it a few times, just stop being a cunt and just shake the fucker. The guy opposite just did it. First he invaded my table and now this.