I had a lovely afternoon this afternoon with Medieval Girl in town. We decided to brave George A. Romero's film set (that's Worthing) and go for lunch then a potter. Medieval Girl is excellent fun. She says C**T really loud (I have a penchant for the word too, slap my wrists) when she gets annoyed but she says it in her wonderful Dublin twang, and it somehow doesn't sound so harsh. She certainly doesn't suffer fools. Thank god she is there.

Anyway, her boyfriend is very anti-globalisation and all that malarkey so I didn't think she'd say "Let's go to Maccas" when I asked her what she fancied for lunch. Yey! This meant Big Mac for me. Hurrah. This to me, is the most satisfying quick fix you can get. The high it gives you lasts maybe a few minutes and you start to feel slightly grubby after you have left Macdonald's - but I love it. Hi, I'm Wondy Woman, and I'm a bigmac-o-holic!

Then we went to a discount shoe sale about Jones the Bootmaker, which I can only describe as the place that shoes go to to die. It was funny though. Out of all the hundreds on display, maybe two were acceptable, in a so bad they are actually quite good way.

I was bad and bought three books which I shouldn't have done as we are currently poor but it was a 3 for 2 and they are good books: How The Dead Live by Will Self (read it before - fucking brilliant), In The Miso Soup by Ryu Murakami (about an American tourist in Japan who could possibly - is he or isn't he? - a serial killer) and the newest Douglas Coupland, Eleanor Rigby. I like Douglas Coupland, I have almost all his novels on my bookshelf.

So that pile of unread books? It's getting bigger and bigger - I have my work cut out !