cattle

i'm going out west to vancouver and thereabouts with people from here in just over a months time, and i have concerns regarding how the holiday will turn out. it worries me that the others will want to do touristy things like go up towers and into churches and down wells, maybe, which is fine, that's what you're meant to do. except that's not really my cup of tea.

i want to wander around record shops and pick up 12" records and look at the covers and then put them back in the racks as I have no room in my rucksack to bring them home, go into used bookstores and just spend time browsing and perhaps sitting reading, go into cafes and sit and look at pretty girls with interesting glasses and wonder what they're listening to on their headphones. all the time with music on, oh yes, i'm already thinking about making some minidisc compilations, for many moods and many places.

and i'll bring a notebook into these cafes and sit and scribble about why i'm here alone whilst the others are being herded like cattle through souvenier shops.

but maybe it won't turn out like this. even if it does, maybe I won't mind.