The new one is in her late twenties, I would judge, blonde, and potentially somewhat competent. And I managed to scare the crap out of her in our first session. She observed that I'd been talking about university but that we
haven't really got to the bottom of the problem. My response was to say,
Right, crack knuckles, and launch into a non-stop breathless ten-minute torrent of vitriolic hatred. I have no idea whatsoever what it was that I said, except that at one stage I stopped myself and said, in a perfectly normal conversational tone,
I'm shouting, aren't I?...and then continued at exactly the same volume, because it was the correct volume to use.
Scared the crap out my my new therapist in the first hour. I'm sure this will be the start of an entirely wonderful and enlightening relationship.
Why are they all so damn young? How fucked up do you have to be to get the bearded guy with the little round spectacles and the Austrian accent?
Today was my first day off work in ten days. Spent most of it going to Ikea to buy household stuff (as if there's another reason to go to Ikea; well, maybe the meatballs). Tiresomely domestic, but acquired a lot of stuff that I needed to acquire.
I don't understand what the deal is with Swedish furniture. I've never seen Fight Club. It's hard-wearing and it's cheap and it keeps our stuff from being in piles on the floor, okay?
And I got a toolset for £3.50 and a couple of halogen lamps for a fiver each. And some
Elch Blut`Elk's Blood' Lingonberry schnapps, which I might be sampling once I've finished this post.
All Should Read this excellent article in the Indy, which masterfully summarises just about everything that is wrong with this fucking country. Long, but worth it.
It even manages not to say that Someone Should Really Do Something About That.
The article that may get you arrested, it sensationally claims. Sensationally, except for the fact that someone apparently did. I don't have access to the full article on that one, so someone can tell me if she was actually hitting policemen with a rolled-up copy of the newspaper, or something.
Oh, yes, and: Sophie Aldred provides advice for the Doctor's future companions.