Beast at bay

Ugh I had the most frustrating Monday today... mainly because I was over-sensitive following practically zero sleep the night before. The tiniest things on the tube pissed me off today. An aneamic looking blonde sneezing, an old man paging his newspaper in such a way that the pages rumpled, city bankers failing to be chivalrous and offer me their seat. But the pinnacle of tube-frustration was reached when a hockey player in front of me on the evening train swung his kit bag behind him, smashing the salad I had bought specially for supper from the organic market into my face. I wanted to cry.

This post makes me sound like a delicate flower...but the truth is sometimes going about one's journey each day among hundreds of strangers can get you down. I tried to counter this initially by putting punk and screamo on my ipod but that contributed to my aggression. So I now have a secret playlist that includes the most poppy ridiculous songs possible that have many a time made me want to swing around the poles inside the tubes like a strip pole. There used to be a lot of Sean Paul on this playlist but even I have a smidgen of dignity...so 'Get Busy' is unfortunately dead and buried :)

My more socially acceptable option is Gnarles Barkley. The new album. Not only are their live shows brilliant but they have successfully and amazingly covered Radiohead. Danger Mouse has also lent his production skills to great effect on Beck's new, incredibly grand, offering.

So therefore my new tube beats include most especially 'Run' and 'Going on.' Ideally. Although today I happened to be listening to Frightened Rabbit as my salad and face merged, which obviously made the event all the more tragic.