Oh dear.

After hearing about the release of Graham Coxon’s new album A + E on The Music (a website I worked on at work, also a terrific music source for Australians), I couldn’t help but be irritated by the album cover. Graham Coxon is the guitarist of the band Blur, and he released a number of solo albums with gorgeous album art that he illustrated himself. Of course I was shocked when I found out that his new album art was pretty atrocious. It was some bloody knees of some skinny girl (well, I’d think it’s a girl) and I couldn’t help but think, “eh… I could do that in Paint”.

It looks like this.

Graham Coxon's album A+E

And it doesn’t look pretty.

I posted on Twitter that I didn’t like the album art, and I was disappointed that he didn’t illustrate it himself. Funnily enough he replied and said, “haha… you get it and you don’t even realise”. Of course, before I complained about it, I made myself think about it. Of course scrutinising the album art of guitarists gone solo is not my day job, but I had to know what “A+E” meant, and I took it to mean the most popular definition according to Google: accident and emergency. After bringing up the topic with James, I said that perhaps the whole album was an accident and emergency, and so too was the album art.

Of course, I replied to Graham again on Twitter and I told him my thoughts, but he didn’t say anything more on the matter.

It rained extremely heavily today, and at work there was a leak above my desk. I could tell because I felt drops on my head, on the screen, and occasionally on my hand. It was worst on the part of the desk closest to the window, and my boss had to wipe down the desk and put a saucepan there to collect the water. It could be worse. Most of the time (we’re in a loft by the way, which is beautiful) we get a bit of dirt from the ceiling fall to our desks overnight, but you can’t really blame anyone for that. The loft is a lovely place to work in. đŸ™‚

I wore high heels. Most people would say that’s a stupid thing to do when it rains. I didn’t think about it, okay? I woke up late and I just threw some clothes on, brushed my teeth, grabbed my stuff, and went. My mum was nice enough to give me a lift to the station. I’ve been trying to catch the South line train because it’s not as smelly and disgusting. I also get a seat all the time, it’s not as packed, and the trains are the newer kind with air conditioning or heating and cleaner seats. I usually catch the Western line because trains come more often, but the actual service is crap. I ended up taking one of these crap trains because my mum insisted. Thankfully I got a seat, but the inside of the train smelled like urine. Gross.

Anyway, I wore those high heeled boots because last time it rained, they didn’t get soaked through like all my other damn boots. I also found that the height given by the heel made me stay out of puddles. I guess it just helped me to stay dry, hah. That proved well for most of the day until I walked out of the office that night, on my way home.

My boss said “good luck getting home in this rain”. I did tell him that James was giving me a lift though, so I should be okay.

I took two steps outside after I walked down the stairs, felt myself wobble, and landed hands and uh… more like knees first, on the pavement. There was a stinging pain in my knee as I gathered my belongings and hastily looked around. No one was nearby. No one asked if I was okay. Not that I care – but most of the time if you fall down in public someone helps you or asks if you’re okay or stares at you. None of those things happened, so I stumbled to the crossing with my umbrella and that was when I noticed the blood on my knee and the hole in my tights that was exposing the blood on my knee. FAR OUT.

I was actually more annoyed that I tore the tights as they are one of my favourite. Fuck the pavement, I thought. It TORE. MY. STOCKINGS. Pantyhose. Tights. It tore the… gufufuufhutghfdh.

Of course, I was in pain, but I went on my way. My hands were dirty and I was half wet from falling into a small puddle after that trip. I thought I’d make my way through the shopping centre, because it would be quiet. There are no doors so it doesn’t close, so you can walk through it to go to the train station. I did just that.

And then I slipped and fell on the tiled floor as two gentlemen in suits walked ahead of me. They hadn’t seen and they didn’t turn around. I managed to limp to the station alright. I met up with James and thankfully I got a seat on the train. He gave me a lift home and when I got home I removed my tights to see how my knees were.

Then I realised they looked really familiar.

that's my knees alright.

You know what Graham said?

“oh dear!”

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