Catch 22!

Before I go into detail about this week's title, I want to continue with my unintentional theme of the joys of travelling on public transport.  I have two stories to tell you that have happened in the last seven days.  The first was the young woman on the bus who decided that we all needed to hear her music.  It was bad enough that the music wasn't to my taste, but then she kept skipping through the tracks and then after ten minutes, she found a track that she liked and so began to sing along (badly).  Then as if she could read my thoughts, she turned up the volume to drown out her (now really bad) singing.  I couldn't take it, I couldn't just sit there and not say anything.  So, I did say something.  I said "Excuse me.", she turned slowly and fixed me with a glare and a smirk.  I said  "Could you please turn your music off."  I'll condense what followed next.  She basically said no, she would turn it down, she asked why "I had to be the hero, no-one else was complaining."  She told that she was high and that she wanted to listen to her music on the bus.  I told her that most people including myself, used headphones when they wanted to listen to music, after all, it is a public bus.  She told me that she would turn it down.  Now, she did turn it down, but only by about 0.0000001 decibels.  I decided to try and ignore her and her music.  A few minutes later, my partner laughed about something we were discussing, which had absolutely nothing to do with this woman.  However, this sociopath, obviously thought that we were laughing at her.  So she started to rant.  She was blatantly "off her head" and I didn't pay her any heed until she said to her friend, "Watch me and her get off this bus together and then I'll stab her up!"  Hold on just one minute, how did we get from me asking her to turn her music off, to her telling her friend that she would stab me, in broad daylight, on a busy street?  Now, of course, she didn't stab me, as I'm here writing this entry and in fact, in the end she got off the bus before me, leaving me with one word as her farewell, bi**h. 

A few days later, with the previous incident still very much fresh in my mind, I got onto another bus to find three young adults having an argument.  I groaned inwardly.  It quickly became apparent that the girls were sisters and the guy was in a relationship with one of them.  However, the guy had been in contact with his ex, in fact he had "linked her", I still don't know what that means.  The sisters screamed at each other, the girl screamed at her boyfriend, he screamed back.  In a ten minute bus ride, I heard the f-word about 100 times and I learned that they had in fact, both been unfaithful to each other, more than once and that the sister thought that they should still stay together, that was of course, all in between all the "shut up" "no you shut up, you ...." 

Ok, now about the business.  Well, I feel like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall at the moment as I don't have any working capital!!!!  I need more business cards, I need to get more pictures framed, so that I can sell them, there are then, rather than taking an order, I need more mounts, I need to go out and take more photos around London, which in turn leads to me needing to order more prints, I could do with getting someone to look at my PR and marketing, I need, I need....  Which brings me to the title of today's blog.  I can't get the money I need, unless I sell my display stock, but then I'll have no display stock to be able to sell more!  Frustrating!

This entry is quite long now, so I'll save story of the pretentious pr**k at the market who can't handle a little competition and the story of the £50 fine for putting my cigarette on the ground, in order to go and talk to a potential customer (I was going to pick it up!!) until next time.  Take care.

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