So, I was very lucky not to have my mobile phone stolen last night.
I was standing outside of the Starbucks next to my work, waiting for Colin and texting my mother of all people, pretty oblivious to my surroundings as I was tired from work and woozy from a migraine. I felt this sharp TUG… and glanced up to see a young guy on a bicycle already halfway down the street with a grasping hand outstretched. Thank goodness then for my iron grip, as it was another minute or so before my paracetamol-addled brain could really process what had happened.
It did give me a much-needed wake-up call though. I leave the house every day with about £500 worth of portable electronic devices in my handbag (hello, muggers! want my address as well?). That’s not a habit I plan to change, as I buy things to get the use out of them. But I’m absent-minded enough that I sometimes leave it lying open or tossed in a corner. I tell myself with the arrogance of youth that it could never happen to me.
And that’s something I need to work on. I’ve always felt incredibly safe in this city of mine, despite the headlines. This tiny, scowling brunette could do with less faith in her belligerence, or a tiny injection of paranoia.
That, or ban fucking cyclists on fucking pavements, and hope the carbon monoxide fumes from one of the most polluted junctions in Glasgow knocked him out before he was much further up the road. Bastard.
The migraine is still making its presence felt, but as I had to leave the house to get some painkillers anyway I have decided the best way to tackle it is to work on my news section until my brain explodes. The plan is for a good night’s sleep, and then adventures in Berwick tomorrow.
And coffee, cake and chat with lovely new friends are some of the best things in life.
Oh, that would really upset me! And you’re not that small are you? I thought we were about the same height (5/3 or 5/4ish).
5’4″, which is still considerably smaller than a smelly man on a bike. I… project an illusion of small-ness, if that makes sense. People think I’m wee-er than I actually am.
Enjoy Berwick. And avoid the bastard acoustic motorbikes. It was lovely to meet you after stal… er, I mean, viewing your Flickr site for ages and ages. Coffee, cake and chat sometime soon I hope. And I won’t forget that postcard and mix-CD from Seattle
Take care and hope your head feels better very soon. x
i do believe that cycling on the pavement is illegal in scotland, although i might be wrong.
glad you’re alright.
@lindsay: Oh, I hope so, that would make sense – particularly in Glasgow.
@Colin: I shall hold you to that postcard and mix CD, but I will see you before that or else! Also, my iTunes just threw up a Radiohead song, from Amnesiac. It’s dreadful, but the thought was there!
oh wow. theft is something people our age really don’t think about until it, you know, happens. or, in this case, almost happens. yikes. i’m glad you didn’t get jacked. :]
okay, i’m off. have fun this week.
p.s. you’re gonna have to eventually like radiohead sometime.
I did like Radiohead once. It’s just that it was 1996!
All of your blogs are belonging to me. Muahahah. Have a good vacation, kiddo.
When I got robbed in London a few months ago I was livid. They only got the card I was using as it came out of the machine, but I spent ages replaying in my head just how I’d kick seven bells out of them.