Wednesday, January 09, 2008
My new moleskine life
I went to go and buy a new notebook today. My last one has disappeared (which probably means it's just at the old flat) and I need to be able to take notes on things when out and about to so the time has come to invest in some new way of recording nonsense. What I didn't realise is that those nice moleskine ones with the leather covers and straps cost ten whole pounds.
If you have to spend that much on something that is just going to be filled with badly scrawled notes in spidery handwriting it jolly well aught to be the ground work for a book. It's far too much to spend on something to just fill it with pictures of winkies and skeletons How did Picasso afford to own them? Hemingway must have pimped himself out on the street to get his moleskine fix.
On the way back from getting this 'investment' I got a random email from a complete stranger saying they liked this blog. It made me all smiley which would have been fine but I was walking past a primary school and my slightly loony grin while gazing into the middle distance near the children made the teacher think I was some sort of hirsute paedophile.
Perhaps I should have shown her my new moleskine, a chap with that level of executive notebook can be of no danger to society.