Today we went out for breakfast, and then did a bit of shopping. Doc C wanted to get plant pots and a pair of Converse; and I wanted either the new Goldfrapp CD, Head First; or The Ting Tings CD, We Started Nothing.
The Chucks were relatively easy to find, and Doc bought a size 8. These are a very near match to the Sailor Jerry high tops that the Doc bought in Provence Town last summer. You may remember that those were a mis-matched pair, one a size 7 and the other a size 9, so they looked odd together. Splitting the plain high tops with the Sailor Jerry's has created two new pairs. True these are still mismatched sizes, but it's only by a single size now and so it's not as noticeable.
So now we both have a pair!
I didn't manage to find Goldfrapp; luckily the University Bookshop had the Ting Tings. This is a very good thing. I've had the chorus to "That's Not My Name" stuck in my head for weeks now, but not knowing all the lyrics led me to make up my own to fit different situations; for example the song would end up being about Edith and would employ all of her nicknames. This has been highly amusing for me, because I do enjoy singing nonsense songs to myself. Poor Doc C though. He is very susceptible to Ear Worms, and the worst are when I've been singing something that he doesn't know, because then he'll extrapolate a bass line based on my interpretation. And that's what he'll have on an internal loop for weeks. Can you imagine having "They call me Floofy, They call me Don't Eat That. They call me Madam Pants, They call me Puke-y Cat. That's Not My Name! That's Not My Name!" just repeating itself all day in your head? I would imagine that could be quite annoying.