The faster I write the worse I write

Looking back at some minutes I've just taken, here's some of the more interesting spellings:

supupport
tabk
butseniour
Veverarage
easg
Prossess

( Can you guess what they were meant to be? )

Some of that's just bad handwriting, but there's a few spelling errors, and double letters. I can usually spell if I think while I'm writing, and I'm not too tired, but when having to write that quickly, it tends to fail me. Thank Cthulhu for spell checkers!

You make the rocking world go round.

I never realised quite how difficult it can be getting clothes if you're overweight.

I had to get some pants with a 48 inch waist this afternoon, for reasons that aren't terribly important. I started at Marble Arch and walked down to Oxford Circus hitting all the large clothing shops, with no luck. Most shops don't go above a 42 inch waist. I eventually asked around and got the name "High and Mighty" and (as it turns out) some wrong directions. I finally looked it up on my phone, and headed down to the Plaza.

It's a nice little shop on Oxford Street specialising in tall and wide men's clothes, but no underwear. The shop assistant asked me what I was looking for, I told her. She went out back and fetched a pair, then had to go upstairs and root around the store room to find another. Not really a very fun afternoon.