SAD AS SEX N THE CITY

I called for a takeaway tonight and after doing so felt like Miranda in the episode of Sex and the City when she loses the rag after phoning in an order to the Chinese and the girl can recite her order as she does it so often. So there's a fabulous Italian literally in front of my building and I was feeling particularly lazy after the day from hell in work so called in and the girl said "You're the boy with the iPod aren't you? Lasagne and chips is it?"

At that moment I could have cheerfully shot not only myself but also her with glee and as much regret as a drag queen after insulting someone. Whilst is fabulous that they remember me and my order can be ready quickly and tonight as I waited they gave me it for free which I have to say made it taste even better - but damn it Janet - I am as cynical as Miranda in Sex and the City - except without the heels or obscenely bad hair! Being single is great - I do what I want, when I want, I play my music loudly, watch whatever I want on TV and have a free reign on my life, I don't have to check in on anyone if I fancy a night at the pub and no-one but me sings badly in the shower. The drawback is that I have my own wee life that it'd be hard to share with anyone and maybe I'm going to be one of those nutcases who wears a trenchcoat and eats out of a tupperware box at the park on my lunch by myself with my hair brylcreemed to the left. Yes the girl at the takeaway knows my order but my single cynicism means I'm free as a bird to make sure she gets it quicker next time!!