Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

16 July - Maybe am a bloke

As this is what blokes do, they don't loiter in fashion shops but they do hang around music shops. There isn't a day I don't purchase something and i berate myself for doing so, I don't need anything for chrissakes. So in an attempt not to buy clothes/shoes/trinkets, I just head to HMV to buy something I definetly want, the new Leila Arab cd, on the Monday of its release.
Alas it's not in the racks, they haven't unpacked it yet. So I walk out with the latest Jamie Liddell (the boy at the till is impressed, we have a little exchange about my choice), some remastered 4 cd Led Zep down from £50 to £15, a book of Peter Cook & Dudley Moore sketches because it's £2 and maybe some will make me laugh, and a couple of other books to use as gifts but which will probably languish in my gift box, which is more correctly described as a gift trunk.

The bill comes to just over £40. Not bad on the impulse side. Took ten mins and all. This has got to stop but I don't know how...

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