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Bond: Explosive

Hmm, Cant say I like this as much as the older albulms, seems to have lost a lot of edge. But I havent really kranked it all the way to eleven yet, Isn't it odd, how music changes according to the volume, something, middling and crap suddenly becomes a multi layered spectrum or force.

yeah.

Anyway, I still got it.

Today I was in Baroosh for Lunch, Most of the morning I had been, I am ashamed to say moping, Because I havent yet, at all. At 2.55pm I decided enough was enough and angrily headed to the best food in town.

I ripped apart a plate of Pan fried calves liver and Bacon steaming away, and I caught sight of a woman who had come into the bar and was getting a drink, she was looking at me, while ordering. No, I wasnt spitting things out, or making a mess, My brain may have been roaring at 255 miles and hour, but Outwardly I looked fine.

I caught her glance.

twice.

Three times.

My internal monologue spat "What the frick do you think you're looking at???"

Anyway, she got her drink and wandered to a table, still glancing at me every so often, I finished and left, wondering what on earth that was all about.

Feeling a lot better after a good lunch and coffee, I caught sight of myself in a shop window, as I marhed back to the office..

OH.. THATS why she was looking at me....

through sheer random chance and not a bit of luck, I was wearing a black Pierre Cardin shirt, with My Black high collar Gibson Jacket, and a funky Blue tie.

AND.

It was a good hair day.

......................

I looked f**ing HOT!

Then I remembered that in the morning when i got into work, Nikki was looking at me too. Nikki is one of the most conceited and hated people in the office because she is really rather good looking, a Chelsea supporter, and she knows it, and knows you know it. so wont give you the time of day unless you look like Bradd pitt, or something.

!!

I also remembered that at the Gig on sunday, The woman sat across the aisle from me, Who was with her bored boyfriend, Kept looking over at me. I mean there was no need, I was the direct opposite direction from the stage. And smiling. I had just filed this into my brain at the time, and hadn't even acknowledged this

I stopped.

In the middle of the high street.

My left eyebrow rose slowly by about half an inch, Hovered for about 5 seconds, and then dropped back down to its original position.

...ah.. I've still got it..

I smiled. a bit.

Then I gave myself a mental slap for being so arrogant and conceited and continued on my way to work, For it was the afternoon, and there was plotting and scheming to be done!