I wonder what I was thinking of this morning when I left my house, with a simple cardigan (apart from the jeans and t-shirt, obviously).

Even if July is just 5 days away, today is horribly cold. Maybe I thought I was still in Minorca, or something!

And although I have a little bottle of The Body Shop eau de cologne which I want to finish as soon as possible, and so try to use it every day, I decided to use Cool Water today.

I was thinking: how ironic!, while walking in the street and facing that cruel cold wind getting into my cardigan, Cool water for a cool day!

But then it proved to be a well chosen option, and I’ll tell you why: for some strange reason I went out earlier than usual and so bumped into the usual morning Victoria Line overcrowding. It’s amazing the difference that it makes taking the tube 15 minutes after! And so I took advantage of my little height and managed to place myself near the door of the carriage.

When the doors slammed and in the heat of that packed and hermetic sardine-tin like environment, I suddenly perceived something which smelled familiar but also inappropriate for using as body parfum: sweet and sour pork.

What I thought was an excessive quantity of Cool water turned instead to be a life saver. Or a nose saver. The fact is that there wasn’t any fast-food box left near me, so it wasn’t a problem of the product being there: it was a problem of the cooker presence, or maybe the presence of someone which had had a long bath in sweet and sour sauce and then had spent the whole evening frying pork in a closed kitchen with no air extractor.

Then, imagine myself considering all of these possibilities while trying to not to touch anybody, my head turned in an impossible manner so as to follow the curved design of the door, and trying to maintain my feet in place even if the driver did use the brakes mercilessly. FUN!

I wonder how is it possible that all Cadbury egg machines in the tube had been taken out of service and nobody had said anything about it, given all the fun which the same fact produced past year.

Anyway, I don’t eat chocolates any more.

Past week-end was the idlest one I have had in probably years. I let myself fall into the luxury of playing and finishing a videogame, The Guardian Legend , which I hadn’t managed to finish in the past 14 years. Yes, it was a NES game and I must admit that I used Game Genie codes shamelessly. Come on, I had to play more games!

Excitebike more concretely. Just left Metroid for later. In the meantime I found there’s another, older game by the creators of The Guardian Legend. It’s called Zanac and its authors didn’t think twice before using some sounds and graphics from Zanac in The Guardian Legend. It’s so evident! But it looks funny. I didn’t play more because I was tired (I am very disused to playing games :D).

I also did a siesta, which is something I veeeeery rarely do, although there’s lots of people which believe that nobody works in Spain in the evenings because we are all doing the siesta. Actually, as you may know, I’m not in Spain, but they sometimes seem to believe that I must act as if I was there. You know, dressing with those sevillana dresses and clapping hands and saying ole ole every 4 words. Ole!

Sunday wasn’t much better. I woke up late, and spent a copious amount of time tripping down the memory lane, learning what happened to the 80’s and 90’s software companies like Ocean, Imagine, Ultimate, etc, finding lots of personal homepages from developers and artists of that Golden Age, all of them writing nostalgically about those crazy good old pioneering days. It sounds all too familiar.

So somehow my brain triggered the stop delighting yourself in everybody else’s nostalgia and do something useful for today, and for tomorrow as well if possible . And I gave the finishing touches to something that I had on mind since a couple of weeks ago: Delicatessen

Luckily my brain was still on this morning when I woke up, and I haven’t stopped doing productive stuff all day long. There could be lightnings, thunders and rain outside and the weather could hardly have been more miserable, but I didn’t care!

It might not be as original as Pepino’s cucumber Pepsi but I had to inform you that yesterday I tried pineapple & lime flavoured water and it was quite cool! It tastes specially better when you drink it minutes after emerging from the savagely hot tube, actually.

I normally buy lemon flavoured water (when I don’t buy normal water). Had a try first with the strawberry and apricot versions and they weren’t pleasant at all, feeling like if someone just put water on the remainders of some juice, so it’s great to have more alternatives.

Apart from getting a bit toasted in the beach this past week in Minorca, I also practiced a bit of book-devouring, which is something that I hadn’t done for a loooong time.

It consists basically in reading a book in the shortest time possible, not because you want to achieve a record but because you feel so intrigued about the storyline that you want to read more and more -and so you can’t stop reading.

I had been looking for some books the weeks before. More specifically, I had been looking first for a cheap edition of Samuel Beckett’s Molloy, even if the original version is in French, just for the sake of reading it in English and somehow comparing it with the Spanish version that I have. After spending some hours in most of Charing Cross Road bookshops, I finally desisted and went into Foyles to see if they any of the short stories books by Max Aub, in Spanish. This was even more utopic: they have some content for Spanish language students, but expecting them to have such an intricate title was maybe a bit too much.

Obviously there was nothing and I was beginning to think that I would have to bring with me a big edition of the Hitchicker’s Guide to the Galaxy that I still haven’t finished reading (and I presume I’ll finish it in two years time, seeing how it went until now).

Then, a nice and hot Sunday walk into the realms of South Bank revealed its weekly books-under-the-bridge market. Would it have any interesting book?, I asked myself. And suddenly I found it: Rama revealed. The end of the story! After having read previous books, and left in doubt about the end of the story, I absolutely had to buy it! And so I did.

I kept it as my precious for days – didn’t want to start reading it before time. When I finally began, I -read- devoured 80 pages in just one go. Had to prevent myself for reading more or I would finish it in just a couple of days!

So, yes, it was indeed interesting, even if the non-pure Clarke books in the collection have managed to collect the worst criticisms mainly because they aren’t enough scientific. I even felt a bit of sorry when I was approaching the last pages of the book, like when you have to say bye to someone who has been with you for some time. It was like saying: Bye, Nicole!