Don't lose your head

(In 24-hours I will be on a plane to Cape Town, incase you didn't know. Huh? Well, where have you been, I've been droning on about it for fucking eons?!)

Anyway.

Packing is the most mundane and boring thing in the world so I start two days in advance so while doing it, I can do other things like watch TV / go to gym / shop.

While picking out clothes to take, I found the worst piece of clothing in my wardrobe.

I'd forgotten that I had it because it was hidden in the bottom of a box.

It happened a few years ago - I was walking past the Pringle Shop on Bond Street and I saw this jersey in the window and I just had to have it, fuck knows why.

It's Scottish cashmere for god's sake, it cost a whack and it's pink. Very fucking pink.

I do not know what I was thinking when I bought it. It's too big and you can't understand how pink it is.

It's luminous pink and actually looks very cool with a black shirt but I am too scared to wear it out the front door because it's so loud. It's a jersey that screams "Look At Me Now!"

Anyway - moving on.

So I tried to go out shopping on Sunday but there were too many people so I ran away back home.

This morning I tried ventured out again...

The first thing I had to do was go and say good-bye to my boyfriend. Well, he is my boyfriend except that he just doesn't know it yet.

There is also the issue that he's more-than-likely straight but who cares.

He has dark hair, is quite short and has a tattoo on his upper left hand. And he is the most hottest, most muscular guy in the whole of London. I love him.

If you live in London and are in the area - please go and look after him. He works in the in a supplement shop at Bond Street Tube Station between the Starbucks and the Pret.

I am getting very good at doing this and managed to snap of picture of his hotness.

After saying good-bye to him (I still haven't thought up a name for him...) I went to the Nike Shop.

Now can I ask you something?

So is it really bad to be sexually attracted to a mannequin in a shop?

Check out the definition under that shirt. The pecs, the arms and those legs. Hello! I find this plastic model very sexy actually.

"He" has the kind of body I want. Not too muscular but just all-over beautiful. And obviously with a head.

I find myself getting jealous of the white plaster cast model so I leave NikeTown.

Again, if you're in the area go and visit him, he's a lot sexier in the flesh. No really, you'll see. (He's on the second floor...)

Further down Oxford Street I go into the HMV where KT Tunstall and Billy Bragg are going to perform. Since I don't know any of KT Tunstall's songs and don't know who Billy Bragg is, I leave.

Moving on...

...To the discount sports shop which is fucking marvellous. In there I buy some vests and two pairs of shoes which comes to around £60 ($120)!

So check out my cool / cheap-ass street-wise clothing for the gym in South Africa.

(Please note that I would not wear these to the gym in London because I have a reputation (what the fuck?) but in Cape Town, where nobody knows me, I don't give a fuck.)

Check this gold-lettered top for hardness. It looks especially fierce with the black straps.

Actually, I'm not sure if it's total fierceness or just a little gay.

Disappointingly though is that I have been doing arms like mad and they don't look as bulky in the picture as they are in real life. I think they nearly overtake my chest when it comes to Best Feature.

Anyway, after all this fucking about for the whole day, this is all I've managed to pack...

Anyway, I'm going to the gym now.

I will pack later. Or whatever.