This following blog is much like a list, for which I apologise.

My day.

I left the house at about 8:45, after a cuddle from the girlfriend and a bowl of sugar puffs, onwards to a 4 something mile bike ride through the wind and rain. Yay.

I arrived at work, quite early, so I went to the shop, bought an energy shot that I think might give you stomach cancer, but hey ho.

I work at LS6 café, a café in, you guessed it, the LS6 district of Leeds formerly the Clock Café because of its many clocks (only one of which tells the correct time).

For those of you who haven’t been, not to be a plugger, but it’s a great little place if you’ve got some extra cash to spend (yeah budget it ain’t) its full of vintage décor, done well and without being tacky.

Advert over. 

My first task, after some general buffoonery trying to understand a very thick polish accent, was to make fresh orange juice using several dozen oranges and a contraption that looks like it belongs in a steel mill, albeit with a sweeter out come.

Then things got shit heavy, orders and service and general insanity until a very interesting customer ambled (yeah I think that describes it best) on over to me to place an order, even though this usually done at the tables and I was at the bar. Who is this rebel of the service industry!?

It took me a moment (and two eggs Benedict) to realise that this blue/green haired maverick of the Sunday café scene, was in fact Tom Milsom, of Chameleon Circuit and various other protects of awesomeness.

I stood aghast. (in the intonation of amazed/ awed, not horrified).

Tom Milsom, Tom mother f**king Milsom in my café?!

I took the order, all the while trying not to be a swooning fanboy

I failed:

Me, “I know you,” (mad stalker, killing you because I love you voice).

Tom, “Do you? Where from?”

Me “You KNOW” (like it was some kind of secret? What a dumbass I am).

Me : “Just wanted to say, its great to have met you,” (the first instance of a day long bout of goofy smile)

Tom : ‘Ah cool man, what’s your name?” (Hand offered, heart beat tripled)

Me; (promptly forgot own name) Morgan.

We parted ways, me staring at him a tad too much for someone you’ve only seen videos of, him to table 25 and me to my many duties of café work…which from that point on seemed to be completely comprised of smiling and finding excuses to look at 25….yeah… I did other stuff, like serving people food and shit (not at the same time, as this isn’t considered proper service attitude)

I keep an ear out for the food bell (wielded by an deadpan Polish woman whose handy with blades,) taking out all orders, praying for 25 to pop up.

After what seemed like a life time of about 10 mins, I was carrying two eggs Benedict to 25, and the trio(yeah forgot to mention he came with friends, sorry friends) were perusing a mixture of the dictionary and a book entitled ‘How Leeds Changed the World’, which as Tom pointed out to me (to me!!) was more how the author of how Leeds changed the world changed the world.

“This is an incredibly biased book’ Tom said, (paraphrase)

And me, being the king of wit in that moment.

“All history is biased,” I said somewhat sagely, to which Tom agreed, and left me doing the Freddy mercury meme pose combined with epic win toddler internally (and a lil bit externally cough cough, my apologies to table four for making your child jump).

The rest of the day passed without incident (expect form some more swooning as Tom bid me goodbye ‘Catch you around bro,’. Seriously, my face hurts from all the smiling).

At the end of my shift, I took a moment to chill with some carrot cake before saddling up the steely beast (a purple Raleigh Enigma) and heading home.

I arrived sodden and sore to the homestead, and in no time at all had a minor argument with my mother.

It was one of those tiffs you have when you’re both just generally irritated, and I will go down and cool it out with her.

Epic day and it was only my second day as well.

Who will I meet tomorrow, Jesus?