I need music at all times

When I was on the tube this morning my iPod ran out of battery. I hate when this happens. I was in Vauxhall - two stations after Brixton - and no music at all. I need the music, it helps me to get in the mood for the day. I usually listen to something really loud and fast; Foo Fighters, of course. When I come back home, tired and dying for a beer, I usually listen to the second CD of 'In Your Honor', which is kind of acoustic and it's good to unwind.
Last Friday I was coming back home and everything was sort of strange on my way back from work. First I missed the train at Bond St, had to wait three minutes for the next one. Once in Green Park, I saw the sign on the wall saying that Victoria line had a 'good service', which means no delays. I got to the platform and the eletronic sign showed: BRIXTON 10 MINUTES. Ten fucking minutes!!! Is that a good service? Maybe up their asses.
The platform was crowded and so was the train when it arrived. No way that I would get on that shit. I waited for the next one, which would arrive in two minutes. I got in and managed to get a seat.
Brixton. I usually arrive at the station at 8:45pm, but it was 9:10pm. I wouldn't freak out, I was close to home and took my time and walked slowly to the bus stop. I could've walked home but my laziness wouldn't have allowed it.
I waited for the bus. And waited. And waited a little more. Brixton on Friday is crazy, people coming and going, already drinking, looking for drugs. On the corner there was this guy preaching with a megaphone. I don't know why they do it, do they really think they would convert those junkies on a Friday night saying that 'Jesus is the way to a better life'? It was so loud that even the iPod wouldn't block those words.
'Jesus is the way to a better life! JESUS is the way to a better life!'
Is it? Man, at that point any bus arriving would be the way to a better life. My way home to my beer...
'All material things must finish. ALL material things must finish!'
'You've gotta let Jesus in your heart. Jesus will be the judge and you've gotta let Him in your heart!'
What was keeping me from getting home? Delays all around, tube and bus. The day hadn't been one of the best either. I had a little chat with Silvio himself, he wanted to make sure that Monika'd talked to me about me not performing my job as they were expecting. Apparently being there for two months meant I would have to do everything correctly, but I didn't even know what I was supposed to do, everybody telling me what to do wasn't the best way for me to figure it out. I'm officially part of the kitchen staff, even though I have to work in front if it's too busy or when Monika is on her break, which she can NEVER take before Claudia goes home. So I have to serve costumers, make coffee, collect plates and cups, clean tables, work the machine, make sandwiches, serve soups and deliver the dishes, even though when I'm cleaning the soup area, all covered in Hungarian Goulash or whatever soup, I have to stop everything to take the food to the costumer, smile, and get back to what I was doing. Lazy-bastard doing what? Studying English.
'Jesus, Jesus, JESUS!!!'
Jesus Christ indeed. If He was so good He would send a bus to take me home.
Man, it took a while but the bus finally came, and everybody was struggling to get on like starving people fighting for a piece of bread. Pathetic. Me included.
I got home, went for the combo nbr 2, which is beer and vodca with Red Bull, and had a chat with my good friends. It'd been a while since we got together on MSN. It was worth all the suffering.

BTW, music and Foo Fighters at all times.
Paula and I are going to Foo Fighters gig on June 17, we bought tickets and it's in Hyde Park! Motorhead and Queens of the Stone Age are also playing. It's gonna be a whale of an afternoon!