Tonight I am very, very tired. The last two weeks at work have been especially busy, this coupled with the fact Dan came to stay last week, disturbing my sleep patterns even further, I have been left exhausted. After writing this blog and watching another episode of My Name is Earl on DVD, I will be going to sleep and do not know when I will wake up. Maybe Sunday.

After work this afternoon I went into town as I wanted to buy a new throw for the sofa. The existing rag I have at the moment is very dirty. It has a brownish-grey tint about it. I cannot remember its original colour, part of it looks like it could be yellow, although that may be further stains from Lucozade/lager/urine.

Since visiting town, I would like to echo Dan’s sentiments about slow old people. On the bus, walking the streets, visiting Marks & Spencer’s and BHS I got stuck behind various groups of elderly citizens.

Now, some people may stick up for these folk and say they are slow and losing their marbles a little. Bollocks. These people know exactly what they are doing. They purposely wander in my way and plod along at the most painful speed.

To make matters worse, the escalators in Marks and Spencer’s were broken and I was stuck behind an elderly couple attempting to abseil down the static metal stairs. In this situation, overtaking really is impossible.

I only went into M&S to take a piss, needless to say, their reason for visiting was probably for the same, but their bladders didn’t allow them the time to make it to the 3rd floor. Next time I think I will use the public toilets by Iceland which are normally littered with HIV laced needles and piles of human excrement. The only beings blocking my way there are crack whores and nobody cares if you push them to the ground.