Thanks to Nick's job, I sometimes feel that I'm married to Coventry City Council and therefore know all of the new corporate projects. Not so, it appears. I've been thinking of getting a gym membership again. When I had one, I used it plenty and it was good for my fitness. It's expensive though, so I've been shopping around.
I went on a little trip out today to check out xcel leisure centre, which I found on the internet. It's brand new and next door to Nina's former school, but I hadn't heard of it. Neither have many other people it seemed, when I arrived there this afternoon. There were more staff than customers in the huge centre that seems to be larger than the leisure centres at Nuneaton and Rugby and serve whole towns. Its shiny edifice rises above the social housing of Canley, the tarmac of the car-park a smooth comparison to the rough streets. Inside, the grout between the tiles sparkles white, locker doors fit flush, and the cafe serves latte. I regretted not bringing my gym kit to try it out. I think it may be the place for me so, just as well, the membership is about half the price of the place I used to go frequent.
I had worn my rain jacket all afternoon as the skies steadily darkened. Eventually, the rain began. I watched wearers of sandals looking surprised as the got wet. By this evening felt like autumn. I was restless in my head and got no writing done. I found a paper and started reading it, it turned out to be The Star which I would never pick up on purpose. It read the same as any of the red tops. I'm not sure that I see much political bias in the red tops in either direction, although in terms of received opinion that makes me extremely naive. I glance over the stories as I would a comic, or perhaps as I would watch Eastenders. The characters aren't real, the scenarios predictable. Is this what it is to be de-sensitised?
This evening we all went out to see the Harry Potter latest. Before the film, there was an advert. Children were walking on a rain-soaked beach. They looked more and more miserable. 'I'm bored', one child said and picking up a stone, threw it into the clouds. The stone went up and up, piercing the clouds and letting a shaft of sunlight through. It was beautiful right up until it all turned out to be an advert for ITV. Anyway, my point is, that advert was better than the film.
As Nina said on the way home, "Yeah, but you'll still get the DVD won't you?". Yes. I will get the DVD. Only when it goes cheap mind you though.
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