teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
There was a new Jonathan Creek Chrismas special last night, namely "Daemon's Roost". I knew this was coming but only knew it was on thanks to Denise texting me to ask if I was watching - to which the answer, obviously, was yes, though admittedly with a combination of trepidation and excitement. Trepidation because I fully expected to be disappointed, and excitement because NEW JONATHAN CREEK.

My immediate reactions are already on Twitter but, as ever, this deserves a full write-up. So without further ado...

Daemon's Roost - capslock warning )

Now that this is done, I have a half-drafted Year in Review Meme to post as well. Watch this space...

(PS: Apparently I haven't got any Creek icons on Dreamwidth. Derren will have to do instead...)
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Right, I will approach this in much the same manner as the previous one by going through the score song by song.

Before that, though, there's something I forgot to mention in the first post - it's more of a general observation anyway so it doesn't really fit any specific scene...

Basically, the whole show was imbued with additional irony by the sheer fact that it was Glenn Close starring as Norma Desmond - not least because she last played the role on Broadway 20 years ago. All of the references to Norma's "return" to Hollywood and her status as a big name at the time were doubly relevant. In particular, this exchange:-

JOE: Norma, they don't want you in every scene.
NORMA: Of course they do - what else would they have come for?

Given that (I assume) quite a lot of the audience were only there to see Glenn Close, or specifically to see her in this show, that part was especially ironic, and there was definitely a murmur of amused acknowledgement from the audience.

Anyway, without further ado, here is the rest of the write-up - hopefully this one will not take me seven hours like the last one did...

Act Two )


Well, this one did not take quite as long as the last one, but I still have no idea where any of it came from.

My next task is to start a complete overhaul of "Tango Up On Sunset" to try and include all of these new feels and theories. I am looking forward to that, in a vaguely masochistic kind of way...
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Okay, let's get this show on the road.

I am going to break this down scene by scene as per the title tracks on the libretto, because otherwise I am liable to just ramble in a nonsensical fashion until my head explodes, and am also very likely to forget something important. I am going to reference my headcanon(s) quite a lot also, so I'm going to include explanations of those at relevant points - I should point out these headcanons have mostly arisen out of that period in 2002-2003 where I was writing a lot of fanfiction in the wake of "Tango Up On Sunset", elements of which have become so ingrained into my understanding of the show that I often forget that other people are not privy to them. :)

Anyway, now that I've dragged myself away from Tumblr, without further ado...

Act 1 )


Okay, this took far longer than expected, and I still have the whole second Act to get through. Hopefully by the time I get to that, I won't forget all the other things I wanted to say.

Watch this space!
teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
I can't believe there's only one more episode to go. :(

Babylon )

In other news, today the occupants of Lifford House have had to evacuate and work elsewhere due to a burst water main in the street. I thankfully had a meeting at the access centre this afternoon, and another one tomorrow morning, so hopefully by the time I've come out again it might be fixed...

Only one more of these entries to get through, and then we shall return to your regularly scheduled lack of posting other than to complain about my health and my job. Although there is every likelihood that after seeing Sunset Boulevard in April I will fall back into that fandom with an almighty crash, as usual, by which point I should hopefully have had time to get X-Files out of my system again.

So yeah: BE WARNED.
teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
I was a day late in watching this one because I was so busy on Monday night. Paul was out at a conference until 8.45pm (and didn't get back until gone 10.00) and I didn't finish what I needed to do until 7.30, and by the time I'd sat down I'd completely lost track of time anyway. So I managed to watch this one last night whilst Paul was out again.

I would say I don't have much to mention, but we all know how that will end. :P

Home Again )

I did a few more words on my angstfic last night following this episode, so hopefully I can get the written draft down on paper soon before tidying it up when typing it. It's cooperating a bit more now than it was originally; the first draft was more snarky than angsty, and I think I've found the balance now.

Anyway, that'll do for this one.
teylaminh: (Random - ficcing)
... on episode 3.

Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster )

I can't believe this season is half over already. :( Six episodes? NOT ENOUGH.
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
This one is a bit late because I watched the episode on my own on Friday night (as Paul was out), then re-watched last night with him because I was so busy writing down my reactions in a Notepad file that I missed a few things. Those reactions eventually devolved into capslock snarking because it was all so bloody ridiculous. Nonetheless, they will form the basis of some of this write-up...

The Curse of the Bronze Lamp )

In other news, yesterday I went to see The Book Thief with my mum, and it was pretty good. OH MY HEART. The penultimate scene is so heart-breaking, but so beautifully done. I ship Liesel/Max like burning now, but the father/daughter bond between Hans/Leisel just about broke me into a thousand pieces. Amazing.

I think you definitely need to have read the book first to understand why the film works as well as it does, but you won't escape from the tears either way. :P Very much recommended.

Anyway, thankfully I have survived both onslaughts to my emotions, and now I can get back to my JC headcanons - I still have an awful lot of things to type up, and three entirely separate but nontheless-POTO-related stories to start plotting out, if only the bloody plotbunnies would stop breeding... Plus once we get back on track with the re-watch (hopefully soon, though I've not had a chance to watch "Gallows Gate" pt 2 yet either) and I'm certain there are no more tags to be tagged, I will actually start posting stuff to AO3. Watch this space!!
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
So, series five of Jonathan Creek started last night (only just in February, it seems). As you might have guessed, I approached this situation with no small amount of trepidation, given the low-flying rumours and episode information handed out beforehand...

I can safely say it wasn't as bad as "The Clue of the Savant's Thumb" - but in fairness, very little could be as bad as that - and I think in many respects I approached series five in much the same way as I approached the POTO movie ten years ago, i.e. that I'd built it up to be so horrendously awful that anything more than that would have been a bonus.

(The irony of these two things being a decade apart has only just occurred to me.)

Anyway, some thoughts under the cut, rambling, shambolic, and with hopefully slightly less capslock abuse than last time, but I promise nothing! (Also: this icon makes me feel better.)

The Letters of Septimus Noone )

So, there it is. Let's see what the next two weeks have to hold. I can't say I feel much better about the possibility of Caroline Quentin returning, even at this juncture, but let's not count our chickens, eh? ;)

In other news, I have a very annoying tickly cough which I suspect is as a result of there being no heating at the Access Centre and thus breathing in recycled fan-heater air. I've been sneezing / sniffly for months now so I wish it would just turn into a cold and be done with it!
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Right, back at work after my week off. I am more tired now than I was before I went away, go figure.

Tenby! )

So, there we go. That week off went far too quickly. I think I'll book another one in May or June and use it to sort out the house. I need to measure up the bedroom and living room and plot out furniture re-arrangement on graph paper, as at some point we need to get the piano in, and I want to rearrange the bedroom. The cut-off corners of the upstairs rooms are an interesting feature, but a bit of a pain in the arse when you're trying to fit things into the rooms. :P At some point the other two bedrooms (spare room and office) also need rearranging, but they can wait until I've bought a new desk and some new bookcases...

I want to get things at least vaguely sorted by July so we can have a house-warming barbecue. Once I start sorting things I will carry on until I reach an adequate end point; it's just finding the energy and motivation to start, because I keep looking at all the stuff and then feel overwhelmed by the prospect. :P

Anyway, that's that.
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Well, that was an up-and-down sort of four days...

Easter Weekend )

So, that was our Easter weekend. I had planned to get through a load of washing, but obviously the weather conspired against me. According to the weather forecast it's also going to be grim when we're away in Tenby next week, although they also said we would have ten solid days of rain in Birmingham and there's blue sky out there today, so maybe they're wrong. ;)

Here's the recipe for the Indian-style prawn toasts, off the top of my head... I might have missed something seasoning-wise but I think this was the process.

Recipe: Indian-Style Prawn Toast )

Today I have managed to injure myself twice in the space of 30 minutes, firstly by bashing the back of my hand off the corner of a desk (I actually have a lump there now), and secondly by walking into the door frame on my way downstairs (probably going to be a lovely bruise). I'm going to the gym later so let's see what else I manage to do. Also my fingers are peeling at a rate of knots, so no chance of getting my nails done all pretty for going away next week. Bah.

Okay, I think that's long enough. Over and out.
teylaminh: (PotC - Pirate!)
Still no internet at home; they came to instal Sky TV (painlessly, as there was already a dish) on 6th September, with the phoneline being activated a week later, but the broadband line won't be activated until next Friday, apparently. So much for my best-laid plan of having two weeks off work and catching up on internet-stuff. I haven't checked Facebook or Twitter in that time, incidentally - nor LiveJournal either - and have only checked emails briefly, so if you've done anything important that I need to know about, let me know here. I'll be checking Facebook at lunch but only scanning it briefly. :P

So, two weeks off...

Cut for length. )

Back at work today and thankfully it doesn’t appear to be too busy, which makes a change. I shall now post this and trawl through my Facebook feed… Photos of various things coming once we have internet, so watch this space…

PS: I forgot again, but it’s Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arr, avast, etc.
teylaminh: (JC - cockroach OTP - J/M)
I turned the three-day Bank Holiday weekend into four days by having Friday off. Initially we were meant to use this day for house-viewings but only managed to get one in, on the Saturday. Instead I used Friday to have a much-needed lie-in, and we didn't do anything except go out for a very nice curry at Pangaea in the evening.

House viewing )

After that we went home via town, realising on the way there that it was Pride weekend. We had some breakfast in the Briar (having left too early to have any before), where we ran into Abi and Anna (ex-Inliners), who were fuelling up for the parade. Unfortunately I have been too knackered to enjoy Pride in about four years so we decided against it, instead popping into the Works (picked up a new recipe book, containing useful information on how long to freeze stuff, and some presents for a one-year old), and then into GameStation (three Wii games obtained - Wii Music, Super Paper Mario and a Star Wars game for Paul).

I spent the rest of Saturday catching up on EastEnders and watching How to Train Your Dragon, which was quite good, whilst Paul was out for Jon's birthday drinks at the Yardbird (I wasn't in the mood for a loud pub or going out again).

On Sunday we went to Jen and Dave's for Acacia's first birthday bash. We had bought her a harmonica (well, that was more for Dave) and a duck hand-puppet that quacked three different tunes (Frere Jacques, London Bridge and Old MacDonald, if I remember rightly). It took Paul and I at least an hour to figure out that the different 'notes' the duck quacked were not random; shamefully, Dave figured it out in about three seconds. :P

I had taken an antihistamine before going to Jen and Dave's because they have cats, except I foolishly bought Sainsbury's own the last time because they were half the price of Benadryl for twice as many tablets, and only realised they weren't non-drowsy about half an hour later. Thankfully the party didn't last too long and we were back home again by about 3.00. I pottered about online for an hour or so and then joined Paul in a two-hour nap.

Oh, I forgot to mention - our oven is broken again. As a first attempt Paul stuck down the bottom lip of the seal again in the hope that would help, as it appeared to be not heating up and circulating cold air, but after a quick Google search it transpires it's the heating element that's broken. It is actually very easy to replace oneself if the oven is set up in such a way as to be able to unscrew it by just taking the back wall of the cavity off, except (of course) with ours you have to go in from behind, which means disconnecting the electrics. So that'll have to be a call-out job (found somewhere online which will do it for about £120 all in, which is cheaper than a new cooker). Thankfully the grill acts as an oven also, so we've had to use that. As a result, however, we ended up ordering pizza on Sunday night.

I can pretty much guarantee that once we've fixed the oven, the next thing to die will be our fridge. The door seal is not looking healthy as it is, and this flat seems content to drive me mad before we get a chance to move. :P

Fandom-Filled Monday )

Back at work today and it's a long time until my next leave. Once Paul's leave year refreshes in July I need to book my time off in September for a holiday, but I will probably need a day or two before then in any case... No choir tonight as it was a bank holiday yesterday and also half-term this week, so we're going to the gym instead, with our last personal training session tomorrow. Or, well, we're going to ask if we can drop to an hour per fortnight for a bit as £80 per month (£40 each) is more manageable than £160...

Ah, and it's now midday so I can post this. Huzzah.

PS: It has just occurred to me that I could use the Wayback Machine to retrieve my old Brinkster site, possibly. Hmmm. *scratches imaginary beard*
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
I have no idea when I last updated or what it was about, but here is what I've been up to...

Birthday Stuffs )

After that Paul and I both had a week off work. The beginning of the week mostly involved doing nothing, going to Aldi, and watching Duckula, in my case anyway. I've got through the first two discs so far.

On Thursday we headed off to London for a couple of days. London Stuffs )

In other, more positive news, TAX REFUND, BABY!!! Apparently for 2008-2009 I overpaid over a grand in tax! Considering I had to extend my overdraft again last month just in case I spent too much money in London, this little windfall is very much appreciated. In addition, I achieved my pay increment at work and should be getting a chunk of backpay tomorrow in my wages, which initially I was going to spend on an eye test and new lenses. Instead I'm going to use the tax refund to pay a chunk off the credit card and pay for the eye test, and hopefully spend the backpayment on something NICE for a change. :)

I anticipate something horrible will happen to me in due course when Fate realises she made a horrible error in judgement. But in the meantime, it's nice to have a bit of luck for once.

Also, I started watching Damages on Monday night and I'm about nine episodes in. Quite enjoying it, though I can't decide if Patty Hewes is pure genius or pure evil... Whichever it is, Glenn Close is sheer awesomeness incarnate, but we already knew that. :)

I think that'll do. :)

Epic Update

Sep. 4th, 2010 02:01 pm
teylaminh: (Edward - butterfly)
Okay, I have music meme stuff and embroidery stuff to post, and in regards to the former I will just be re-starting where I left off, because I think my last meme post was on 27th August and I don't feel like doing that many in one go... I also have some other bits to update about.

Music Meme and Embroidery Pics 21-23/?? )

My week off is almost over and I have no idea where the time went... In brief:

Saturday - I made my first ever curry! We went to a nearby supermarket and got £15-worth (a full carrier bag) of spices in order to make said curry, followed by a trip to Moseley Farmers' Market for sausages, cheese, local ale, wine, etc. Spent rather too much money, but meh. Anyway, I've now rebagged all the spices (including a 1kg bag of garam masala - I'm going to be making a LOT of curry now...) and my kitchen smells divine. :D As for the actual curry, I did spiced fishcakes to start with a coriander chutney, followed by Anjum Anand's "Punjabi Chicken Curry", which was lovely. I forgot to put the chillies in, and also I put in too much water so it didn't quite go as the recipe stated and I had to thicken with cornflour, but it tasted delicious. Definitely going to make that again. :)

Sunday - I think I had a migraine. Can't remember.

Monday - went to visit [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings in Oxford, which was a lovely day. We had to change at Milton Keynes, where the structure they laughingly referred to as a bus station consisted of three portacabins and some pavement, with only a cricket ground nearby to break the tedium. It was about a 15-minute walk from the actual bus station in the city centre and thus not worth the effort. Milton Keynes is poo; everything is square and all the buildings are identical. Give me an organic rambling city any day.

As for Oxford, it was beautiful. I wish I'd been clever enough to go there for uni, really. Something about the surroundings inpsires you to Be Academic. We wandered around several of the colleges, found lunch in a quiet pub, and were briefly followed around by a strange-but-friendly cat. Photos are here.

Tuesday - nowt. Recovering from the day before!

Wednesday - we went out to see Avatar in 3D at the IMAX, having missed it the first time around. Review / Spoilers )

Thursday - more nothing. Did some more embroidery.

Friday - we were supposed to see Toy Story 3 but neither of us were particularly in the mood. Spent the afternoon searching for shoes for Paul as he's at a wedding today, then he went off to stay over at the bride's mother's (don't even ask, it's the weirdest wedding ever - Paul is a "bridesmate" for starters...) and I came home and watched Marie Antoinette, which we'd picked up at Blockbuster in the cheap sale DVDs rack. Quite an interesting film... Internet was deaded all last night (in addition to cable telly being half-b0rk all day yesterday and again today - you suck, Virgin). I stayed up til about 2.00am in order to knacker myself out before attempting to sleep, otherwise I wouldn't have managed it. Surprisingly, I actually had a fairly good night's sleep, although did have a very odd dream this morning that Paul had briefly come home before going back out to the wedding again...

Today - nothing much at all. Got up 10.00ish after finishing my current book ("Loves Music, Loves to Dance" by Mary Higgins Clark) and have pottered on t'internet since then. Should probably straighten my hair and get ready soon as I have to be at the same wedding's reception at 6.00. Given I hardly fit into any of my clothes any more, I have no idea what to wear. Meh.

Tomorrow - chillaxing and enjoying the last day of my leave. I should have booked another week. Hopefully I will be having another week off after my birthday anyway.

And that's it.
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
So, it's 2010. Thank frell for that. Good riddance to 2009 and all its associated crapness.

Apparently my last proper update was on 14th December. I will therefore try not to ramble on excessively as I update about Christmas...

W/C 14th December )

Christmas concert )

W/C 21st December )

CHRISTMAS! )

New Year, etc )

And that brings us to yesterday. I overslept somewhat and didn't get up until midday... In the evening I cooked for Lisa and her new bloke, Pete, and we watched Feast and the onset of Celebrity BB before bed.

And today I'm back at work. Obviously. :)

I think that's more than enough. :P
teylaminh: (Photo - mask tattoo)
So, I actually have a whole week to update about, if not longer... Cut to save your eyeballs.

Birthday! )

Weekend )

Week Off, including film review... )

London Weekend )

Sooo, that was London. As I said, show write-up coming later.

As for Sunday, I was aching for most of the day thanks to my injury, so didn't do very much at all. Unpacked the case, did some washing, watched my 'stories', and not much else.

This entry has taken two days to get written thanks to lots of typing yesterday, but at least last night I managed to finish Katie's CD letter and hopefully I can get that posted this afternoon. I now need to knuckle down and finish my Christmas decorations, as I was hoping to get another one at least midway finished during my week off and somewhat failed due to the horrible distraction that is daytime television and DS games.

Photos of Christmas decorations coming soon, also.

Right, that's more than enough. Over and out.
teylaminh: (Daffyd - Wide Eyes)
Bit of an up-and-down one...

I spent most of Friday (because it was fairly quiet) constructing an LJ entry which never saw the light of day. On re-reading this morning, I'm somewhat glad. I was exceptionally cranky on Friday, frelling exhausted and fed up of the world in general. I think perhaps it's just a weird effect of my current Pills, whereby they stop any and all "wimmins" but still occasionally sting me with PMT just to remind me that my hormones are as angry as ever. Also, Paul's (lack of) job situation is exceedingly stressful, as evidenced by the fact that over the course of the weekend my fingers have started peeling.

Anyway, just be glad I didn't post my rambling angst. There are days when I feel like I'm going slowly insane, but perhaps it's best not to share these things with an unwilling audience.

So, on Friday night Paul did his usual trick of having "two drinks", whereby I ended up leaving him six missed calls and a snarky text ("How long does it take to have one drink?! I'm hungry!") because as ever he had stayed out longer than intended and left me hanging on to eat until he got home. The way this is supposed to work is that he just outright tells me that he's going to be late instead of fobbing me off with "two drinks" so I won't moan at the time, so at least then I can just have some food and leave him to it. It's getting kind of boring now, having the same argument every single damn time.

The weekend )

Aaand back at work today, somewhat quiet, hence the entry. Actually not as tired as last week, thank goodness. Apparently everyone was tired last week - I blame the bank holiday.

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Photo - leaves)
Well, I intended to have a tidying blitz this weekend, but instead we ended up doing something a lot more pleasant. Lisa texted us both at about 9.45 or so to ask if we wanted to go to a place called Earlswood, as she'd found it on the map and it looked interesting, so that effectively forced me out of bed. I put some washing in (and subsequently out) before we left and we headed off at about 11.30am.

Earlswood is located near Solihull, as it turns out, about 20 minutes away from Kings Heath. There are two large lakes there (apparently man-made so the Victorians would have somewhere to go walking) and a craft centre including lots of little shops and a maze made out of maize. It is in fact the self-same Maize Maze I visited with my mum about six years ago, though obviously they've re-grown it since then...

We parked at a nearby pub (The Reservoir) and then followed a footpath which led to an uncrossable brook, so then wandered down the road for a bit until we reached the two lakes, following which we stumbled upon the footpath again. I have no idea how far we walked but may well post a Googlemaps image later just so you can see the scale. We look lots of pretty pictures of greenery and such, and were accosted by a very friendly dog along the way.

The footpath led conveniently to the craft centre, where we wandered around the shops for a bit. Paul and I came away with a cats-eye ring (for "wealth and abundance", apparently - it's too big to wear as a ring so I've threaded it onto a brown suede lace that came with some present or another, to wear as a necklace - he's going to wear it at his Kelly's session later... well, you never know), a happiness stone (it's heart-shaped; I liked the pattern), a celtic-style ring (for Paul) and some lavendar and aloe-vera soap. There was a shop selling thousands and thousands of beads, loads of interesting little shops - if I could get there by bus I would take [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings there next time. ;)

After that we finished the circuit of the lakes and walked back to the pub for lunch. Very nice it was, too, though the drinks were horribly expensive. Then we drove back to the craft centre because Lisa wanted to buy some beads, and Paul and I attempted the Maize maze... You're supposed to exit it over the bridge, but by the time we'd found ourselves back at the entrance twice we gave up and went out that way. It's seven acres, apparently. I think we were in there a good hour or so.

Then we drove home and did nothing for the rest of the evening. A thoroughly pleasant day. There are photographs on Flickr, though for some reason it chose to upload them in the wrong order...

On Sunday we were fairly lazy, other than a trip to Aldi for tea stuff. We had half-planned to go to [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess's barbecue but after the knackering Saturday eventually decided against it. And I totally forgot to text her and apologise, for which I suck.

Of the evening I got around to re-watching Rent, having listened to the soundtrack most of the way to London the other week. I think I had more to say but it fell out of my brain.

As anticipated this morning, now that Noor is back off leave, there is not enough work to sustain both of us, whereas last week I was drowning on my own. Typical.

Follow-up to last (f'locked) post )

That's that. I need to tackle this long piece of dictation before lunch, so I'll post this and get on with it...
teylaminh: (Chicago - cell block tango)
...here's something resembling an update of my two weeks of leave, apart from what I already LJ'ed about.

Monday: we cleaned the kitchen, including the oven, and had literally just finished and were about to do the floor when Phil (Trevor-the-Landlord's plumber / electrician / handiman mate) turned up to investigate the leak in Lisa's ceiling, which turned out to be the pipe under our kitchen counter having come slightly awry. Problem now fixed, though as a result I still haven't cleaned the floor. It's recycling night on Thursday so I'll do it then.

Tuesday: a trip by bus to Sutton Park, including an Aldi-bought picnic. Their fizzy raspberryade is yum. We ran into a herd of free-roaming cows but alas did not have the camera with us.

Wednesday: a barbecue of the evening.

Thursday: Lisa went with us and thus drove us to Prestatyn (North Wales) for the day, which was lovely. It was warm but blustery, and the tide went out over the course of the day so we got to have a bit of a paddle in the sea, walked about 15 miles down the seafront / promenade and finished the day with a short journey to Rhyl for fish and chips, whereupon we were attacked by feral and aggressive seagulls. (There are pictures on Facebook, but I don't have the link to hand.) Rhyl was kind of rubbish (like most things that were popular in the 80s :P), but Prestatyn was gorgeous, and we're going to try and get a chalet or caravan there for a bit longer, at some point. Sea air = cleansing for the soul. Lovely.

Friday: nowt, as far as I can remember.

And then I was on my own for the week after that, and went to Ikea with Lisa and not much else.

This weekend we had another barbecue (with Lloyd and Daniel in attendance), which despite being briefly rained on was quite pleasant. On Sunday we finished building the DVD cabinets and rearranged the furniture, and put Paul's CDs into his new units. We can't move the DVDs around yet until David comes over to drill them to the walls, but at least they all fit into the room...

So, as of this morning Paul is officially unemployed, having discovered halfway through Friday that he had to leave. Admittedly this was inevitable, but still rather shit. Hopefully by the end of this week, if not today, things will be a little brighter. I was feeling crap about it this morning, but luckily it's been so busy here today I haven't had time to think about it.

(I'm not bothering to filter this entry for the sake of one paragraph, so if you haven't got anything nice or sympathetic to say about the situation, don't say anything at all. In fact, that goes for everything I post here of a sensitive nature.)

DHL attempted to deliver my new embroidery frame (the old one finally broke) on Friday when both Lisa and I happened to be out, so I've just had to ring their automated re-delivery service number thing to rearrange it for tomorrow. Hopefully they'll turn up at a reasonable time when either Paul or Lisa are actually in and able to sign for it, otherwise I foresee this debacle going on for some time. Obviously, DHL don't deliver at weekends; that would be far too helpful.

I think that's about everything.
teylaminh: (Cabaret - Maybe This Time)
So, I have two day trips to blog about and a meme to do. I was insanely busy at work on Tuesday and Wednesday (as a knock-on effect of having to help out West/East teams the Wednesday before [i.e. the 20th], resulting in almost falling behind in our own team's work) and didn't find time to update, and then have been too tired / disinclined to actually update whilst at home.

I also have another embroidery scan to post when I get home, as I've finally finished the insane amount of mid-brown. I started the darkest shade of green yesterday then realised I'd completely misread the colour chart and done it all the wrong colour - thankfully there wasn't too much of it, but still, a good three hours' worth of work to redo...

Anyway. I'm just taking a little break before commencing the three-tape dictation of DOOM that is sitting on my desk. Super-long entry commences... NOW!

Day Trip to Glastonbury, Saturday 23rd May )

After that was the bank holiday weekend, and as far as I can remember I don't think we did anything. Paul was working on the Monday anyway, so I doubt anything exciting happened. I was then at work for two days, before having flex and annual leave on Thursday and Friday.

(Half) Day Trip to Worcester, Thursday 28th May )

Aaaand finally, the meme stolen from [livejournal.com profile] 803am...

Comment to this entry and I'll pick three of your fandoms. You must then update your journal and answer the following questions:

1. What got you into this fandom in the first place?
2. Do you think you'll stay in this fandom or eventually move on?
3. Favorite episodes/books/movies/etc.?
4. Do you participate in this fandom (fanfiction, graphics, discussions)?
5. Do you think that more people should get into this fandom?

I was given Farscape, Jonathan Creek and The X-Files by Eni... Here we go... Probably LONG )

Phew. *wipes brow*

Oh, and finally finally (honest), talking about Jonathan Creek, have some fic-like ramblings... )

Right, that's enough for one day. Normal service will be resumed shortly. *posts and runs*
teylaminh: (Farscape - John&Aeryn - happiness)
...with a bit of random humour from work, though I think - as ever - it's probably not that funny outside of the environment.

Peter is dictating a letter and and the address is incredibly silly. Something similar to "The Building of Greeting and Homeliness" - that level of silly pretentiousness. Anyway, he starts sniggering through the address and then goes:

"Terribly sorry. It is very childish to laugh at somewhere's address. [comedic pause] But I did."

As usual, it loses a lot in the re-telling. Still, it amused me.

In all the Sunset-related excitement, I forgot to actually update about Sunday...

Sunday )

On Friday at work our team are having a Red Food Day in honour of Comic Relief - one week before everyone else's fund-raising efforts, because we're weird like that. Team meeting today is going to discuss final arrangements. We're meant to have enough food to feed our building and the other teams in King Edward House, but I don't know if we'll manage it. Should be fun, though.

Right, I'd better get back to doing some work. I have to try and leave early today (assuming there's anyone around to offer cover - I seem to be the only one willing to stay late when needed) to trek to Acocks Green and get some red paste food colouring, as the liquid stuff is useless, and obviously the supermarkets don't stock anything else. Apparently there's a cake decorating shop in Acocks Green so I'll go find it later.

Back to the typings.
teylaminh: (SB - Betty - Oh you!)
I warned you about the LONG, right? Good.

Saturday, Part 2 )

Okay, I’m going to have to split this into three entries, so I’ll put all the ‘ship stuff in the last one. Character introspection took longer than I thought. I’m fully aware that these entries are of interest to about 1% of the population but this fandom produces extreme levels of thought each time I invest in it, and I just want to get it all down for posterity.

More coming. ;)
teylaminh: (SB - Max - Oy)
Uurrrrrrrrggghhh, I do not want to be back at work.

I've had a Post-Squee Hangover for the last 24 hours and to say it's not fun would be the understatement of the century, though I had, at least, forgotten how marvellous Proper Squee really is. If parts of this entry seem a bit cynical, you can blame the slump which comes after an adrenaline rush, because I'm feeling sort of apathetic and despondent this morning. Hopefully this too shall pass, but right now I can't be arsed trying to be chipper, and anyway I need to save my energy for the (hopefully) more exciting part of this entry later on.

(Be warned in advance, it's going to be long.)

I am still putting off updating about last Friday (20th Feb) for reasons I don't want to go into, other than that I don't want to think about the issues which got dredged up and quite frankly don't feel that inclined to share them with people who more than likely don't care. I took a bunch of people off my Close / Personal filter recently (mostly deleted or defunct journals, if I'm honest) and that would be the filter I'd post it under, and then I'd get annoyed at not getting any comments. I am a self-fulfilling prophesy of the absolute worst kind and I shan't tempt fate. Anyway, that sort of thing is what my offline journal is for, where I don't expect any kind of response.

Anyway, here's a write-up of the past weekend; in case you didn't notice, I was in London.

Friday )

Saturday, Part 1 )

And on that note, if you don't want to read my squeeful and probably not even remotely coherent ramblings on the performance of Sunset Boulevard, you should ignore the next entry entirely... :P

I'm posting this bit now because I have this horrible suspicion that the SB-related bit will kill LJ's character limit, so I shall put it in a post on its own...

So, watch this space.
teylaminh: (Retro - coffee)
But an enjoyable one, nonetheless.

I awoke ridiculously early (for a Saturday, anyway) and proceeded to make my way towards Birmingham, leaving Paul with a selection of various chores to do whilst I was out. I was heading off, excitingly, to meet [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings, who was supposed to come to Brum just before Christmas but for a lack of funds.

A Grand Day Out )

I should like the record to show, for Jackie's interest, that my area is not normally renowned for people dying on the high street. It's usually quite salubrious. :P

Today I've done not much - watched the Eastenders omnibus (the ending made me cry, damn you Stacey Slater and your dysfunctional family!) and made cakes for Paul's work, as they were moaning apparently as I wasn't well enough to make them over the New Year period. :P

Hopefully Jackie and I will get to meet again some point this year as she's invited me to her beloved Glastonbury. It was a thoroughly enjoyable meet-up yesterday. My favourite thing about meeting online friends whom you've known for a while online is that the conversation flows as though you've known each other for years. It's been the same with all the people I've met, from [livejournal.com profile] winter_jasmine to [livejournal.com profile] 803am. A strange phenomenon, really. :)
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Okay, so I'm back from Disney. I did attempt to do some writing whilst away but didn't get much done beyond a New Year's Eve write-up (which I probably won't even use as it's wordy and overlong), despite being randomly inspired to do a Jonathan Creek fic. I blame the fact that it's been just as bloody cold in France as it seems to have been in England.

New Year Stuff )

Incidentally? I am STILL bloody coughing and still can't sing properly. It seems to have come back again since returning to England, so I can only attribute the dust in the flat or Birmingham's smog for it continuing, as I was mostly okay in France...

Holiday )

All in all, quite enjoyable, even with the freezing cold weather. I am now in the process of reducing the size of the photos, which I think I'll post on Flickr. Facebook only allows 60 photos per album, so it'll take me all week to post them there... I might put a selection on there nonetheless, we'll see.

Paul met me at the station yesterday and we went for a curry on the credit card in the evening, one last bit of expenditure before paying it all off this year. I've put in some washing today and don't really want to go back to work on Monday (it doesn't really feel like I've had a proper holiday - I had to get up even earlier than usual whilst away!) but never mind. Reality beckons. :(

Okay. Hands are cold. Time to set up a Flickr account...
teylaminh: (Spuffy - numb)
First things first - I hope everyone had a happy Christmas / Hannukah / other or non-religious celebration of their choice. I've not really had the inclination to come online these past four days except to briefly check Facebook and my friends-list.

Did I update Christmas Eve? I can't even remember - that's how utterly tired I've been. In any event - our team buffet lunch was quite pleasant. My card came third in the competition and I got a box of chocolates, and also despite not making a cake, Marie was repeatedly adamant that the houmous was a very good plan...

I left work at 2.00 and then ... yes, I did update, because now I remember updating about the granite board sticking to the worktop. So, after all that I headed out to the pub, but quite frankly might just as well have not bothered because I was literally half asleep for the majority of it. I had a coffee but it barely even touched the tiredness, instead giving me a brief burst of energy and then knocking me for six, so we ended up leaving early. I took the camera with me with good intentions, and instead just took some photos of the Christmas lights in Birmingham instead. Not that they're particularly interesting this year. Overkill on that bright blue, perhaps?

I'm sure we must have watched some manner of television on getting in, though I can't remember what. We each opened one present each - mine was from Lisa at work (not so much a Christmas present as a thank-you-for-all-the-hard-work-this-year prsesent) and Paul's was one from his mum. Soap, bracelet and some lipgloss for me, and some very expensive-smelling aftershave for Paul. It's in a little bottle so will definitely be saved for special occasions.

An early night for me and quite a restless sleep, as I recall, which seems to have been par for the course this season.

Christmas Day )

Boxing Day )

The weekend )

I always feel, after all that stress and rushing around, that when Christmas actually happens it's a bit of an anticlimax...

Back at work today until Wednesday, then I'm off until the 12th. Admittedly, my week off won't exactly be relaxed, as I'll be in EuroDisney with Vicky and her parents, but I'm hoping the travelling / change of atmosphere might poke the Muses back into action. I had hoped to get some writing done over Christmas, but being ill and tired has put a damper on it really... I can only hope this bloody cold buggers off in time for the holiday, because I have a feeling it's going to be even colder in France. (I need to make a list at some point of what I have to take with me. I'm leaving the credit card at home to avoid overspending.)

I'm still tired this morning, somewhat still crusty-eyed, and there's absolutely nobody in work today. Looking at the leave chart, I totally could have had the rest of this week off, too. *sigh* Every single year, we all fight and stress about the leave situation, and every year when it comes down to it, only three of us are needed because all the fee earners get to have skeleton staff.

Anyway, I shall post this one now, because otherwise I'll keep adding to it all day.
teylaminh: (Random - Garbo)
All these tapes in my head swirl around
Keeping my vibe down
All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own
Wreaking havoc


(From "Tapes" - Alanis Morissette)

These lyrics kind of sum up my brain at the moment. Nevertheless I'm overdue an update, so here is something resembling one.

An update. )

That's about it. At the moment my brain is full of what the heck I'm doing week after week, so if I don't update, that'll be why...
teylaminh: (Edward - butterfly)
Quite busy this weekend. I was out most of Saturday due to rehearsal and concert, and then Paul went to a house party after the concert and didn't return until 5.00am...

The concert went okay, I think. The audience turn out wasn't quite as bad as expected, and apart from the tenor soloist coming in early a couple of times (we had to rehearse that bit about four times and it still didn't work) it actually sounded okay. Have to do it all again in two weeks' time in Bristol, but at least now the rehearsals are going to be Messiah and Christmas-focussed, which is always a joy. Now if the German Market would just bugger off I might be able to enjoy Christmas for once. (I've booked off 3rd December as my now-traditional Shopping Day, and this year I'm going to take the shopping trolley with me...)

As for the rest of Saturday: I walked back to the city centre with Paul and one of his friends, Sonja, as they were going off to Mara's birthday party together, and we parted ways at Pij. I was utterly soaked by the time I got home. On getting back I put washing to dry upstairs (this was at about 10.30) and then slobbed about online for a bit without really achieving anything except a Deep and Meaningful email conversation with Eni. I went to bed around 2.00am after another episode of X-Files (now at the end of season 2), until I couldn't keep my eyes open. These days I'm not very good at sleeping alone (I don't count Lisa being in as being not alone), especially in a creaky old house with neighbours who don't seem to sleep, so it's best if I just tire myself out before I attempt to sleep.

Anyway, as a result, I woke up purely by chance at 5.00am needing to cough, only to have Paul go "Hello?" at me in the dark, which was vaguely terrifying...

The other bizarre thing was another bloke called Paul who rang up wanting to speak to Lisa and ended up with me answering the phone. This occurred at 12.30am (yes, that's after midnight) so I was probably not exactly completely awake, and as a result when he introduced himself I thought it was someone at Mara's party taking the piss, having stolen my Paul's phone. Other Paul attempted to prove he was who he said he was with some nonsensical (to me, anyway) anecdote, and then it transpired I was not Lisa. I had no idea if she was in, but nevertheless, even if she was, I imagine she would be in bed at 12.30am anyway. After that I shut the living room door so as not to hear the phone (meh...) and ended up making myself some pasta at around the same time because I was hungry. It was a bit of a strange night, all told.

On Sunday, of course, we slept in. Went out to Sainsbury's to get breakfast stuff and then watched telly for a bit until going over to Paul's mum's for the Firework Extravaganza which didn't happen last week. We arrived first and tried to get the bonfire started, which lasted for a while but burnt the wood a little too quickly and kept going out, unfortunately. Still got some interesting picture of it, nonetheless. Darren and Andrea and kids arrived at about 6.00pm and we set off a few fireworks, though it all ended a bit suddenly due to some Familial Angst on their side. In any case, Paul and I stayed and the remaining four of us set off what was left of the fireworks. This involved a lot of ducking and covering because the damn things kept dropping to earth practically on top of our heads: either the wooden stalks of the rockets or the orange plastic tops, which promptly hit the roof and shattered everywhere. Oh, and then there was the rocket which failed to take off, rose three inches in the air and then landed in the garden before exploding, which was... well, perhaps 'exciting' is the wrong word, but by that point everyone was a bit drunk and found it vaguely hilarious in an almost-losing-an-eye way...

We ended the night watching the start of I'm A Celebrity... before heading home and going straight to bed. I'll upload the photographs later, though most of them aren't very good. I think I need to go to a professional firework display one of these days to test out the firework function better, as my timing was basically crap. Pretty fire photos, though...

Thankfully, it's a quiet one next weekend, though it's going to get considerably busier as Christmas approaches. I'll just be glad when the second Beethoven concert is out of the way. I mean, it sounded frelling amazing, but my word, it's tiring to sing. We get to sit down for a bit after the "Credo" section, but that section is about 15 minutes long, mostly in the upper range of the voice and incredibly fast... absolutely mad. Beethoven was a sadist, clearly.

Oh, and I forgot to mention Adrian's amusing comment to inspire the tenors:

"When you're singing this, imagine Beethoven going ' I vill write zis part for ze tenors and keeeel zem!'..."

Dunno if it worked, but just about summed up the piece in general, really. :D

As ever, I didn't intend this to be so long... can't be bothered to cut, though, sorry. :P
teylaminh: (Photo - rainbow)
Well, it turned out to be less exciting than planned, as the weather called off play and our fireworks didn't happen. They were meant to be on Saturday, but Darren and Andrea were taking the kids to see the Christmas lights switch-on in Birmingham, so we moved it to Sunday, and then Paul's mum decided to cancel because of the rain. Ah well. We are hopefully going to do the fireworks next Sunday, assuming the rain doesn't persist.

So instead, on Saturday night, we decided to watch The Orphanage again. Further ponderings - contains spoilers. )

On Sunday, Paul went out for a couple of drinks with Drew and I watched EastEnders and then made a birthday cake for Paul's mum, whicih we're going to take over tonight with her presents. I attempted to make satin icing again and for once it almost worked perfectly - there were only a few bits where it didn't quite cover the cake, and it was soft enough that I was able to fix it without it looking too awful. I need to buy a Teflon sheet, really, as rolling it out on the chopping boad didn't work as well as hoped. I also attempted to mix red and blue food colouring to make purple, but unfortunately the blue was so strong it ended up a sort of dark grey-blue. Still quite interesting. The icing I used to write on it also ended up a sort of peachy colour because the red just isn't very good, but for a first attempt at writing on a cake with an icing bag it's really not too bad. The icing was a little too runny, though, and despite halving the recipe there was still loads of it left... I'll post a photograph later.

Oh, the cake itself was a normal (vanilla) flavoured cake with a layer of whipped cream in the middle. Whipping the cream was really bizarre: it took ages to thicken and then suddenly, in the last five seconds, became the right consistency... (There was going to jam in there too, a la Victoria sponge, but it had gone mouldy...)

On Sunday evening, after watching the David Bowie episode of Flight of the Conchords, Paul and I ended up watching Labyrinth to see who was right about whether they'd stolen an actual line from the film... Turns out I was right: they hadn't. :P In any event, I was long overdue a Labyrinth rewatch, and it's always fun.

We then rented Superhero Movie (brainless fun) from On Demand as it was the only thing we could agree on. It's still full price as it's new, but so is everything else I want to see. I'm hoping the majority of this stuff will be on the normal movie channels come Christmas...

Ugly Betty season 2 is finally out on DVD, at long bloody last. By the time we get season 3 in the new year we'll be an entire series behind the US, which sucks, considering we were only a week behind at the start of last season. Stupid channel 4.

Anyway, this morning has gone incredibly quickly for some reason, so I shall post this...

Waahh.

Nov. 4th, 2008 10:50 am
teylaminh: (Default)
I was going to do something resembling a party write-up yesterday, but all plans were scuppered by Feeling Like Dren (TM). I caught Paul's lurgy on Saturday, and yesterday had to crawl home at 11.30am because it had all accumulated in my chest and I couldn't breathe properly. I got home, had a bath with some Olbas Oil in it, and had a little sleep after Jeremy Kyle (I kept periodically waking up to the strains of Ricki Lake in the background), then watched X-Files until Paul got home... I did get through about seven episodes, though, so that's something...

This morning my stomach is NOT happy, which is probably a combination of cold medication and not really eating properly for a while - brown bread really does make all the difference. So, having emptied it this morning, I'm carefully only eating things which hopefully won't poison me today... my insides feel vaguely trepidacious, it's quite odd. I am also knackered despite getting a fairly decent night's sleep, but since the glandular fever episode, tiredness seems to be my body's reaction to most illnesses... I was going to drag myself to choir but I don't think it'll happen somehow. (Kind of typical that when I finally make a positive decision in that regard, my body conspires against me.)

As for the Hallowe'en party, it was fun. We only managed to watch one film (out of a possible six) because we spent a long time playing Scruples before finally settling down to watch the film at around midnight, and since Paul and I had both been up since 9.15 that morning, 2.00am was a more than reasonable time to go to bed. I'll put the photographs on Facebook at some point.

On Sunday morning Lloyd rang to ask if we wanted to see Saw V, so we went to see that in the afternoon, and ran into [livejournal.com profile] frightened in the cinema so went for a couple of drinks. I think possibly the walk in the rain along Broad Street didn't help the lurgy, really... The film was good; pretty much what you'd expect from the Saw series with the gratuitous gore. One of the five people being tested was familiar from somewhere... must check IMDb later.

I think that's all I have to say, really... The work has run out again so staying awake is going to be a struggle... I shall sign this off.
teylaminh: (Random - Garbo)
So, here we go - a write-up of London and some other stuff...

London, including show spoilers )

The photos (all 12 of them) are on Facebook but I think they're friends only... They're not that exciting.

On Sunday we popped up to visit Tor and the new baby, which mostly involved horror stories about the birth and trying to calm down the dog, who gets ridiculously excitable around people. Eventually she settled down on the sofa next to me, at least until the doorbell rang. I was supposed to make cakes for work but failed horribly, opting instead to slob about watching my soap and, later in the evening, Fantastic Four, which was brainless and amusing.

And today I am back at work, being regaled with stories of how Sandra has been useless all of last week. Hurrah.

Some annoying things )

There may be some manner of birthday drinking on Saturday but I'll see how I feel on Wednesday. If I'm knackered by then, it's not happening. By all means, though, feel free to celebrate my birthday without me; it's not like I'll be the life of the party.

Things I need to do tonight:

1. Washing up / clean kitchen.
2. Re-pot plant from Lisa (birthday present) so it doesn't die like the last one.
3. Make cakes for work.
4. Have a shower.

Wedding &c.

Apr. 9th, 2008 01:46 pm
teylaminh: (WIW - Marian)
That was a pleasant, if exhausting, few days.

Saturday was spent doing incredibly little, although we did head out briefly to get Paul a hair cut. This weekend we have both suffered with Stylist-Giving-Us-Their-Own-Hairstyle Syndrome, as the guy in the barber's gave him the exact same 'mullet'-type style as himself. Rather a change from Paul's usual army-issue short-back-and-sides, but it looks quite good. :)

Sunday I spent packing the case, doing washing, the usual things. 'Stenders has hit a bit of an interest low at the moment, but it's to be expected post-Easter. The Frank/Pat plotline was nice (I like it when they intersperse canon, despite randomly changing actresses), though I'm not quite sure if I'm glad of the return of Ricky and Bianca... Bianca's current troubles are looking to provide some entertainment, at least...

So, on Monday we left the house at 9.45 to catch a 10.48 train to Manchester Piccadilly, and then onwards to Manchester Airport. If nothing else, this has proven that Manchester is a viable option should we ever be able to afford a holiday, as the journey was relatively painless - no delays, and we got straight onto a train to the airport.

Once at the airport we hopped into a black cab and told him where we were going. When I looked at the respective locations of the hotel and the airport on Google, it didn't look too far, but because it was out-of-area (the hotel was in Cheshire, some 18 miles from the airport), it came to a flat rate of £25... The driver was nice enough, though. He kept pointing out where footballers lived and saying how much various houses cost, as it was a very posh area.

The hotel was gorgeous. Lovely grounds, which it would have been nice to explore had the weather been better. We found our room (a good size, and also a large bathroom) and got changed, then went to find Lisa and Heather in the bar. Heather had driven Lisa up and we got there about 30 seconds before them, as we ran into them at reception. ;)

It turned out my ex-manager was there (Carol W, she of the Inline bannage) but luckily enough she didn't seem to either recognise nor acknowledge me, so no awkward conversations.

The service was lovely, and Jen's dress was gorgeous. :) The only trouble with going to other people's weddings is I inevitably end up thinking "ooh, that's a good idea" and stealing it for future reference.

In between the service and the meal, Lisa and I went around the tables turning over the napkins, having discovered that they'd been arranged upside down (the bows uppermost), and given the hours we spend folding them and putting ribbon around them, it simply wouldn't do. That didn't take too long, luckily.

The meal was very nice, also. Melon with red berry sauce for starters (which I managed a fair bit of, despite not liking melon - again, it suffers with that thing of my liking the texture but not the flavour...), chicken with vegetables in a sort of mushroomy sauce (and peppercorn gravy) for the main, and little chocolate mousse things for dessert. Delicious. :) Also, we were kept plied with free wine and champagne for the toasts.

During the gap whilst they set up the band space / disco in the other room, we were sitting in the bar talking and eventually decided to go and get changed into more comfortable clothing - at the last wedding I went to (Tor's, where I was ill) everyone was changed before the party afterwards. Naturally, at this one, everyone stayed in their wedding garb. Typical. Anyway, as a result of our bad timing and not knowing when things were going to happen, we managed to miss the first dance. Bugger.

By about 10.00pm when we were sitting in the disco / band room, I had somewhat run out of steam. I was also trying not to fall into the trap of thinking "Fuck, I'm never going to be able to afford any of this...", which made me a bit blah for the majority of the evening.

The 'buffet' was a choice of chicken curry or (presumably) beef stroganoff, with some of the wedding cake for afters, which was very nice. Jen had thoughtfully decided on part fruitcake, part sponge. :)

The evening's entertainment was provided by three bands, which IIRC were The Klopeks, The Hunchbacks and 3 1/2 Inch Floppy. Earplugs had been provided, thankfully. Still, by that point I was a little too tired to appreciate it. Paul and I sloped off to bed at around 12.30 and watched about 10 minutes of Battle Royale on Channel 4 before giving up. Apparently Jen stayed up until 3.00am...

The breakfast next morning was also nice - the choice was "whatever you want" so I had a full English, minus beans and tomatoes but plus hash browns, and it was all very good except for the mushrooms, which were a bit tasteless...

Jen gave us a lift to the nearest station (before which, Dave gave me a bone-crunching hug on our departure) and we got a train from there to Piccadilly at a cost of about 2.90. At Piccadilly we spotted a train to Reading via Birmingham so got on it, then sat there for about an hour as it wasn't due to leave for ages. Ah well. Got back around 1.30, whereupon I had a shower (using the new shampoo I got from Supercuts - v. nice, smells of oranges, hair all soft...) and we went out for McDonalds.

I managed to drag myself to choir that evening despite falling asleep on the bus there, as it was the final rehearsal before Saturday's Mahler concert in Tewkesbury (this time I'm getting a lift home...)

Back at work today and it's not been too bad, although I was very tired this morning. Going swimming tonight and then next week we'll be back to Mondays and hopefully regular attendance. ;) Next Wednesday, Paul and I will have been together three long years. How terrifying...
teylaminh: (Random - Theory of Relativitea)
Hee, Derren Brooown. :)

That was an entertaining evening...

We got the 3.49 train to Derby, arriving at around 4.30, and made our way to the Assembly Rooms to pick up the tickets. The last time we were there (some point last year, might even have been 2006), the entrance to the Eagle Centre from the subway was blocked off for redevelopment - they have now finished that redevelopment and it looks very nice indeed. The shopping mall has been extended (although it does probably mean that they've destroyed the shops out the back, including the funky comics/memorabilia-type shop and more than likely the huge Wilkinson) and they've put Debenhams and M&S there. I completely lost my bearings for a moment until I found Sainsbury's.

It looks very impressive indeed; if they ever finish rebuilding the bus depot to make it less of a concrete monstrosity, the city centre will look even more impressive. Which is nice, because at least if there's some decent shopping people might visit Derby for more than being a gateway to the Peak District... although judging by the posters at the station, it may well provide lots of traffic to London and hence Europe, as it goes directly to St Pancras...

Anyway, that was a little confusing at first, but I like it. Definitely want to go back there for a bit longer in order to do some shopping or at least have a better look around.

After that, we picked up the tickets and had a wander to suss out food options, also stopping for a drink in Coyote Wild. Eventually I decreed we should go to Baracuda because the one in Birmingham is rubbish (it's part of the same chain but due to its location tends to be more of a nightclub than a pub, at least as far as I can see), as the other option was Walkabout and/or the Wetherspoon pub - and, well, we have one of them around the corner from home. Barracuda was the place we went to last time where we had a sharing platter which comprised half a farm, and aside from that the food used to be really nice - vaguely Caribbean-themed with spicy sausages and burgers and things.

So, I was ultimately disappointed to discover that they've abandoned their interesting food in favour of a bog-standard pub menu - scampi and chips, steak, stuff like that. Bah. Clearly what the general public want is not interesting Caribbean-style food but boring stuff which you can get for half the price at the nearest Wetherspoon (which would have more choice, ultimately)... We had a sharing platter as it was the cheapest option, and even that wasn't too intersting, comprising onion rings, chicken dippers, breaded mushrooms and cheese-&-chilli bites, with some wedges. The cheese-&-chilli things were interesting, but everything else was fairly meh... It filled a gap, at least.

After eating, we played a couple of games on the gambling machine, then headed over to the Assembly Rooms. The programmes were a fiver (fairly reasonable, considering) and even though the tickets said "restricted view", the only thing I couldn't see properly was the screen at the back of the stage...

An Evening of Wonders - don't read if you don't want to be spoiled... )

So, apart from the disappointment at Barracuda, a very pleasant evening. I will scan the programme later, and also get the Samsung phone software installed in the hope that Paul's phone will work, as I can't get mine to work properly any more, and then I can bluetooth the photos over and post them... There shall be some Derren-esque icons soonly. :)

Some further pondering )

I mentioned some of that stuff before when I first had a proper look on Bad Psychics.Com, but it deserved to be reiterated. ;)

Must do some work now... photos coming soon.
teylaminh: (MH - tekiclutch - spirit bunnies)
Here we are, then, my final day of leave. As ever, I've had lots of time off work and achieved very little, although I suppose slightly more than usual...

We were supposed to rearrange the bedroom furniture on Saturday but that plan was scuppered by Paul having a cold and therefore not feeling remotely inclined to do anything energetic, which is fair enough, I suppose. Really we should rearrange it at the same time as redecorating, but I just had a must-move-furniture vibe going on...

So, Easter, then. On Friday night we traipsed to the Junction in Harborne because Heather had finally passed her driving test and wanted to celebrate. It took ages to get there because the buses were on Saturday service (which, with the 11, might as well be non-existent) and it was the other end of Harborne compared to the bus stop, but nevertheless, the pub was okay. Whilst there I spoke very little (the music was just that little bit too intrusive and the table was too wide, besides which Jen, Lisa and Heather had ensconced themselves into a corner before we arrived so we couldn't hear them at all), practically sat on top of the radiator because we were by the door and it was bloody freezing, and also tried some pistachios, for which I have now acquired a taste. That'll be a decent snack food, at least.

I was still feeling vaguely 'meh' for most of the night (in writing things down in my proper journal, I narrowed this down to the fact that everyone around me is doing all the things I want to eventually achieve, with Heather driving, Jen getting married in two weeks and Paul's mate Tor being pregnant - my body clock is tick-tocking quite substantially) but then it turned out to be PMT as the promised 'spotting' side effect of my new pills kicked in. Not sure if this will be a regular feature or not; at least with the others my periods were regular, so I hope these don't make them irregular again...

Anyway, Saturday we did mostly nothing, I think, except watch Delicatessen. Paul wasn't that impressed, but I liked it. I need to dig out The City of Lost Children again and re-watch it...

On Sunday I cooked a roast pork dinner (which is becoming my speciality; Paul's is roast chicken) and we're having the remains of that in a stir-fry tonight. And of course, I watched the dirge-like angst-fest of Easter Eastenders; I think right now, all the characters are getting right what they deserve: Lucy, Tanya, Ian and Max inclusive. I am following the emerging Phil/Shirley ship with some interest, mind you... The writers have this uncanny way of making previously incompatible characters seem perfect for each other without an obvious shift, which is nice. :)

Yesterday involved similarly doing nothing. We used another two-steaks-and-a-bottle-of-wine voucher to eat at Wetherspoons (must break that habit again...) and watched half of A Scanner Darkly before sleepiness kicked in. Given I'd already watched all of Annie and the majority of Prince of Egypt (which was a somewhat interesting experience given Discovery's 'Egypt Weekend', which I missed most of, unfortunately) I think three films in one day was more than enough to be going on with. Oh, and I think I also watched Mr Bean's Holiday just because it was on, which actually wasn't too horrendous. But possibly only because I like Mr Bean, in that clinging-onto-the-last-vestiges-of-my-childhood kind of way.

Back to work tomorrow, which I'm partially glad about. Being off work gives me rather too much time to think about stuff and I'll be glad of the distraction. Once I finish this entry and my lunch I need to make fairy cakes (change of plan from original idea) for work, but that shouldn't take too long. I only hope I managed to get a bit more sleep tonight than I did last night: I was awake from about 5.00 to 6.45 for no other reason than my brain refused to STFU, but at least I managed to catch up on that between 8.30 and 10.30... strange dreams included.

I suppose I should sign this off...
teylaminh: (Google - Home)
I am still alive...

I haven't done an LJ entry in over a week, but mostly because I haven't done very much... Usually my 'not doing very much' equates to 'lurking about online', it's too damned cold to sit in the corridor on the computer... So, anyway, here's what I've been up to in my week/s off...

On Thursday I did my usual fare of nothing. The other reason I've not been spending too much time on the PC is because the monitor is too high (due to this one being a desktop rather than a tower) and it gives me a crick in my neck... and if I adjust the chair my legs won't fit under the keyboard tray. Inconvenient, but at least the bloody thing turns on...

I believe most of Friday was quite similar... Of the evening we went out with Paul's mate, Tor (who announced she was pregnant), because the going-out for Jen and Dave's pre-wedding get-together didn't happen due to illness... I don't think I could have coped with another night out after last week, though...

On Saturday it was [livejournal.com profile] falling_softly's birthday, which was actually mostly quite sedate... The only downside was the Drunken Twat at the table near us who was offended by our very presence, but thankfully he left after an hour or so. Mostly the clientelle of the Briar Rose is okay, but unfortunately the combination of cheap booze and (now, alas) television screens showing the rugby brings in a lower denomination of human life, like the aforesaid Drunken Twat.

Other than that it was a plesant evening. Denise and I watched the boys playing two silly drunken games ("Fizzbuzz" and "I Have Never", the latter of which I loathe and detest), which was possibly more amusing than actually playing. Paul got a little bit annoying on the way home but at least realised that and calmed down again. I think our *ahem* screaming row a few weeks ago helped to clear the air and made me perhaps a little more tolerant. As much as the rows themselves aren't particularly pleasant, they are useful for getting stuff out into the open...

Sunday was lazy...

On Monday I cleaned the kitchen cupboards and rearranged them a bit so we can find things... also made a bit more room in the process, but only just. The rest of the week has involved doing nothing whatsoever except watching my usual fare of Rubbish Daytime Television (This Morning right through to Jeremy Kyle... I know, I know...)

Oh, on Tuesday morning I traipsed up to Selly Oak Hospital to the Dermatology Department regarding the mole on my stomach. The doctor there recommended that I didn't get it removed because the scar that would be left would be more irritating and quite possibly bigger than the mole itself. Not what I wanted to hear... obviously I didn't bring up that I wanted to get a tattoo over it anyway, as he would probably have recommended not doing that, either. He also said that most GP surgeries are quite happy to remove moles themselves once they're happy that Dermatology have cleared them, but, well, my GP surgery doesn't have the facilities to do that, which is why I had the referral to the hospital in the first place. *SIGH*

It was incredibly frustrating and I spent the rest of the day feeling mildly annoyed, to the extent that I didn't bother going to choir. Just, the thought of having to go out again when I was already cold (I had the fire on from about 2.00pm...) and having to keep repeating stuff because it wasn't right... it didn't appeal. We have next week off for good behaviour for Easter, also... Instead, Paul and I went to the pub for tea (local Ember Inns), which was nice. I've been feeling a bit meh since Saturday, to be honest... Mostly I attribute this to the fact that Ali and I haven't been swimming for two weeks for a number of reasons and my endorphine levels are low, but there is also a Certain Issue I'm trying to work through which wasn't helped by Saturday.

Subsequently my productivity thus far this week has been to almost finish my rose embroidery. I should get that done today and then I can finally frame and hang the thing, then work on getting another one started... I find embroidery quite therapeutic, somehow...

(And last night I joined [livejournal.com profile] geneandalex, an Ashes to Ashes shipper community, and read lots of fanfic. The Inner Shipper requires feeding, and the Ugly Betty section on FFN has been a bit sparse lately...)

On today's to-do list is to go through the boxes in the attic, but BLOODY HELL, it's cold. Where's spring gone?
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
My long Easter leave officially begins today, and so far I have done blissful nothing except go out for toilet roll, eat breakfast and read fic. Ahhh. This is the life.

Yesterday was a long day. We had to leave for London at 8.00 and it was probably just as well we did as it took over three hours to get to the O2 arena thanks to traffic because of the high winds, road closures and works on the motorway. I'm not enirely sure how the O2 arena (nee Millennium Dome) is meant to inspire awe, as I still think it's an ugly blot on the landscape, but at least now it's being used for something rather than just sitting there. Y'know, it was kind of hard for us Great British public to be proud of something completely useless. Anyway, we got there with an hour and a half to spare before entering the exhibition, so decided to have a drink. We went to 'ha ha' (bar and grill place) where they sat us down to take our drinks orders rather than letting us order them at the bar. I ordered a smoothie so it took them 15 minutes to bring the drinks...

We had decided to try and eat before going into the exhibition, hence getting there earlier than we needed, but considering how slow the service was, we decided to wait until afterwards. After the first round of drinks we moved to the Newt and Cucumber a little further down 'Entertainment Avenue' (a little Disney, perhaps, O2?) where there was apparently going to be another 15 minute wait on food (which was also horrendously expensive, as was everywhere else), so we just had another drink in there. I tried a new Apple and Blueberry J2O, which was quite nice.

The 'avenue' bit of the arena was really cold, also, but at least the bars and restaurants were heated, as was the exhibition itself. I was dreading the presence of a few school trips that were milling around, but luckily most of the kids there weren't too annoying. There were also no toilets for the duration of the 2-hour trek around the exhibition, and depsite going to loo in the pub not five minutes before going in, for the last half-hour or so I was absolutely bursting, which somewhat ruined my enjoyment of it. It's a tad difficult to concentrate or hold your interest in history, even if it's history you're actually really interested in, if you're trying not to wet yourself - and I have exceptional bladder control, so that's how bad it was. That was a little annoying.

The exhibition itself was good. SO MANY PEOPLE, but luckily the information on the exhibits was repeated inside the cases and on all four sides of them, so you could at least read about stuff even if you couldn't see it straight away. There were some pretty amazing artefacts in there. Spoilers in case anyone else is going to see it )

After that we went back to the car and headed home again, getting stuck in yet more traffic and motorway works and finally getting back to Kings Heath at around 7.45pm. We had tea in the Red Lion (local Ember Inns pub) - so much for the nice lunch in London, also, though it would have been horrendously expensive - and then home.

Next week I will make a start on my list of chores for this period of leave. It's not all relaxing and fun, you know...


  • clean cupboard under sink (again)
  • clean corner cupboard
  • find somewhere to put board games
  • sort through boxes in attic
  • possibly move furniture



That'll do. All this is assuming my back doesn't play merry hell with me as usual, as it's taken until today to calm down since flaring up on Sunday... STUPID BODY.
teylaminh: (Photo- rose)
I think I last updated on Thursday, so here we go...

Firstly, a belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to [livejournal.com profile] thefleshfailure, as I completely forgot to text yesterday. Hope you had a good one.

Friday )

Saturday )

Sunday was the usual fare of EastEnders watching and very little else. We watched The Pursuit of Happyness in the evening (after Wife Swap, of course) and subsequently I dreamt that I was an intern at a stockbroker firm and the written exam was about The Mighty Boosh... bizarre, to say the least.

So, that's that. Back to normal for a while now. Three more full weeks of work and then my Easter leave, which I am muchly looking forward to... Having said that, there is still plenty to do in the interim...
teylaminh: (Daffyd - Wide Eyes)
Well, I don't think my foot is broken - turns out the ankle bandage was actually making it worse. I can walk on it okay, though still limping a bit and need to be careful on kerbs or anything remotely pointy because it hurts like a bugger.

Just as well, as otherwise I would have been unsure about swimming tonight. Not so much about the actual swimming but walking around the pool - I'll have to play it safe as it is, but at least I can walk on it, which is more than I could manage yesterday.

I don't think I went out for the entire weekend, come to think of it. I spent the majority of Saturday on the new PC either installing stuff or just playing around on it (nice to have things work when you click on them...) and as Paul went out for [livejournal.com profile] metalmikey666's birthday do, I had it to myself for the night. Wrote lots of fic and am definitely feeling the fandom love returning, though at this stage I think one new fandom (plus old ones to a less extent) is more than enough to be coping with at the moment, and I'm staying clear of being an opinionated presence at the moment. Trying to build a reputation through fanfic instead, as that's usually a lot more fun, and makes me feel a bit enigmatic. :)

On Sunday I also didn't go out due to having a headache and a sore foot, though I mostly blame staying up until 1.45am for the former... I had a shower and went to bed early and wrote a bit more of the uneventful chapter four of my fic. Three is just about finished but my plan is to stay at least a chapter ahead of myself. Also, as far as Muse-awakeness is concerned, I've been back on my pills for two days and so far, so good. I'l give it another week, but it looks like they're not going to kill my creativity off. :)

My mum is bringing me their external zip drive on Saturday (nobody wanted it on ebay!) and I need to investigate external hard drive costs and capacities*, because I cannot work with 10GB and I need to change my MP3 playlist... meant to do it before I swapped PCs and completely forgot. I could do with re-ripping my music anyway. Starting from the beginning, rather than doing random CDs. Maybe a couple a night, just to get it over with.

That's about it.

Still finding this sudden burst of new writing quite strange to get used to, but god damn, it feels good. I'd forgotten what it was like to have the ideas in my head actually translate to words on paper... Not particularly pretty words, at the moment, but it's better than no words at all...

Well, better do some work, I suppose.

*Wow. PC World are total rip-off merchants. The cheapest external hard drive they do is £75, and I don't even WANT 160GB. Christ's sake, 40 would do... Ebay here I come...
teylaminh: (Photo - Wheel)
This weekend has mostly been about seeing films...

On Saturday we headed out first thing to get a new tube for the kitchen light, which has now been cleaned of the dust and dead insects and made everything a lot brighter.

In the afternoon, we then set out to see Enchanted, dragging Lisa along with us. Spoilers )

As for trailers, I still want to see Penelope, I'm still amused by the bit in National Treasure where they go to "Bucking-hayam" Palace (dumb Americans), and I now also want to see The Water Horse, which would probably be less interesting if it didn't play on the Loch Ness myth. But before that, there's Sweeney Todd on 25th January.

After the cinema we went for a drink at the Figure of Eight and then moved on to Bacchus for another, except by that point my stomach had started playing up again. It's not been right since Tuesday. I had cranberry juice at Bacchus which seemed to help. We got a taxi back nonetheless.

Of the evening, Paul and I rented The Ex off the On Demand service, a strange comedy staring Zach Braff. Quite good, though.

Sunday mostly involved three hours of EastEnders (OMG drama!) and taking down the tree. And then renting Magicians (again from On Demand) in the evening, which was also quite good. It's a shame that Mitchell and Webb are only capable of playing the same kind of characters, though...

Today, my back is playing up again, as is my stomach (I'm hoping the latter wil clear up after lunch), so no swimming tonight... Paul is off to play badminton at 9.15 and I think I'll sit around doing nothing, or perhaps use those bloody cranberries in the fridge...

Oh yes, also on Saturday I spent too much money. I got Paul some new work shoes, which were a necessity because he's literally walked through the old ones, and I managed to pick up some trainers for £4.00. Given they're a fairly recent designer release, £4.00 is a bargain.

We also went into Virgin / Zavvi, where I spent £30. Obviously, I didn't have my vouchers with me. Also, it should have been £23. I picked up the second Cerys Matthews album in a cardboard cover, which was marked as being £5, but they charged me the full £12 when I got to the till. So I have to take that back later to try and get the £7 back. I also got another Cerys Matthews EP entirely in Welsh. This is the main reason I want to learn Welsh, so I can find out what she's singing about. Cerys's Welsh stuff always sounds oddly haunting - for all I know, she could be singing about kitchen sinks. :P

I also got two CDs in the 2-for-£10 offer, one for me and one for Paul; mine was Panic! At the Disco, which I meant to buy some point last year and forgot all about... Paul's was a Rage Against the Machine album. The box is broken for the PATD one, though, so I'll see if they're willing to change that later, too. This is why I've always preferred HMV - both times I've had a broken CD box from there, they've replaced it at the till. And, what they say on the label is generally what the price actually is. Stupid Zavvi.
teylaminh: (Christmas - baubble)
I've been offline for the Christmas period due to the computer being an absolute arse all weekend, so we turned it off at the wall for a couple of days... Seemed to be fine yesterday. Obviously The Beast wanted a break, too.

So, a lowdown:

Friday )

Saturday )

Sunday )

Christmas Eve )

Christmas Day )

And finally, yesterday was lazy and fun. I've watched far too much Eastenders than is good for me (by the way, BBC? Stop forgetting to put Friday's instalment on Replay, 'kay? Thx.) purely because Christmas = East End Angst, not to mention a hideous amount of Disney / Pixar movies (Finding Nemo on Christmas Day, plus Home on the Range and Monsters Inc. yesterday...)

So, all the stress was kind of worth it, as was getting everything done a day early so Christmas Eve wasn't a similar stress-fest like last year.

I am in work today, but off tomorrow, thankfully. We going to my mum's for dinner tomorrow, as there wasn't time to organise it before Christmas.

Ah well. It's all over for another year.
teylaminh: (MH - take my hand - D/Y)
Today there is an Away Day for Legal Services, so we have a skeleton staff base of the WPOs, secretaries, clericals and a few random fee earners (in here, we have one Legal Assistant and one Senior Solicitor). It's going to be a very quiet day. So obviously, I'm writing an LJ entry.

This weekend was quite hectic, but enjoyable. On Friday night, we had the usual fare of television... though unfortunately, thanks to Channel Four not bothering to compete with Children in Need last week, the UK are now a full two weeks behind the US with regards to Ugly Betty, rather than one week. Whilst this is still better than being months behind, it does make the spoiler temptation rather worse, as there are (admittedly hidden beneath LJ-cuts) discussion entries over on [livejournal.com profile] daniel_betty which are impossible to avoid, and besides that, the episode summaries (and titles, more often than not) give away more than they should...

But anyway, it's all good. Also, Thursday night's Boosh was bloody brilliant, but I've always liked Inner Space and the "You shall not pass!" made me giggle. Also, I'm quite terrified by how much a bit of makeup and a beehive haircut can make Noel Fielding look like Amy Winehouse... (And I'm still totally crushing Noel Fielding; as ever, it's a cheekbone thing. Or a generalised angular face thing.)

Also on Friday I made the nicest lasagne ever. I made the bolognese sauce, and the white sauce was from a jar (need to learn to make it), and put in a layer of cheesy brocolli, and WOW. My Secret IngredientTM really makes all the difference. YUM.

So, anyway, weekend.

On Saturday morning, my mum and David brought over our 'new' oven (by which I mean, their old one). Paul then had to go out and buy a set of pliers, because the cable was bolted to our old one, leading us to further suspect it to be as old as the previous boiler, if not older... Anyway, other than that it was quite straightforward, it works fine, and David also sealed our kitchen sink at the back, so hopefully that'll stop it leaking...

The rest of the day was spent getting veg and meat and picking up my prescription from Boots, which I'd dropped off on Friday. Possibly TMI. )

The rest of the day was spent tidying, hoovering and dusting in preparation for Jen and Dave coming over for dinner on Sunday, and also rearranging the kitchen appliances a little bit to try and make more room. Not sure if it worked, but anyway, it looks a bit better, and at least the breadbin won't get covered in washing-up water all the time.

On Sunday morning Paul nearly set fire to the hob by turning on the wrong hotplate whilst the cover was still on... The covers are new, unfortunately, and one of them is now an interesting shade of dark grey. Bah.

After Paul had done the washing up I set about making a batch of (Irish) Yorkshire puddings (secret family recipe...), as we've run out. Unfortunately, I'd mixed the batter before I realised I'd run out of suet, so had to send Paul out to Sainsbury's for some more... and then I didn't put enough milk in the mixture anyway, so they were a bit dry...

Jen and Dave (and Lisa) arrived at about 3.30, bearing Christmas gifts and a wedding invitation, and we had a very nice dinner at 4.00 of roast pork with all the trimmings, followed by a home-made apple crumble made by Lisa. The rest of the evening was then spent playing Pictionary and Zobmongo, a strange "would you rather" game involving predicting what your team-mates would say... Most bizarre. Jen won both games, incidentally... I think it's a fix. :P

After they'd gone at about 10.00pm, I read through Paul's work report thing and inserted appropriate commas (his colleague needs some report-writing lessons, by the looks of things, not to mention some grammar skills) and then we went to bed.

All in all, quite an enjoyable, if tiring, weekend. Next weekend I really need to start thinking about sorting out Christmas, given it's only a couple of weeks until the Messiah and carol concerts (my voice is almost back to normal, thankfully) and then the day itself will be upon us. Meh. Being off sick the other week completely threw me off kilter. I will attempt Christmas cards again this week, possibly after I've tried to buy a craft knife... I got some PVA glue, so that's a start.
teylaminh: (Edward - snow)
...and, of course, just in time for Noor being off on annual leave, so I have plenty of work to do...

Somehow I've ended up with lots to write about without having really done very much at all. I think this is because the computer is in the coldest part of the house and it's too expensive to run an electric heater near it (as well as a lack of plugs) so I've not felt particularly inclined to sit there and write LJ entries... I shall cut where possible, as this is fairly rambling.

Concert )

So that was quite strange. Hopefully on Tuesday I should be able to pick up my Tewkesbury CD also, so watch this space for an MP3 of us performing. :D

We went to the Briar Rose for a drink afterwards, where we ran into [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess, who was out with Trev and Dave and some other people I didn't recognise... Then we walked Paul's mum to a bus stop and went to Wagamama for food, because it was quick and cheapish (although realised upon getting there that I'd forgotten not only my debit card but my bus pass... I had £7.00 on me to pay for most of my half of the food, and Paul scraped together enough change to get us both home... The perils of changing bags and getting taxis.)

Saturday night B-movie )

Sick leave television adventures )

So that's been quite entertaining, in a sort of horrific, "I can't believe I'm even watching this dren" kind of way...

Also... I have partly succumbed to I'm A Celebrity by virtue of Cerys Matthews, Anna Ryder-Richardson, Janice Dickinson being regularly tortured (quite deservedly) and Christopher Biggins. BIGGINS FTW! And Cerys if not!

Kitchen utensils )

And finally - it's frelling freezing. I spent most of yesterday completely holed up in the living room (with an OMG-uber-dramatic 'Stenders) with the fire on and the curtains shut in an attempt to remain warm, and subsequently, when I went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner (a very yummy pork joint from Sainsbury's), was very surprised to find the world had turned white.

It's a strange thing, being in gainful employment, when it snows. Because there's part of me that thinks "YAY! SNOW!" and another part which thinks, with equal integrity, "Shit, it's going to be impossible to get to work..." Mostly I try to suppress my inner grown up and let the bouncing three-year-old run rampant, but there's also another, even more grown-up bit which puts its hands on its metaphorical hips and quite firmly states "You're not going outside in THAT, you've got a cold", thus suppressing the desire to go out and build a snowman. Ah well.

Still, the early appearance of snow (might we dare to wish for a white Christmas?) is more than enough to warrant my Kim Boggs icon, and Monday is my early day so if there is any more snow I should hopefully beat the worst of the traffic...

I do believe that's everything.
teylaminh: (Photo - Sunset tree)
Just a quick one because I'm meant to be working...

This weekend was quite long but also very entertaining...

On Friday it was the usual fare of television; mostly it was Channel 4 FTW as they were celebrating their 25th anniversary. The Big Fat Anniversary Quiz was entertaining, anyway.

On Saturday we did very little in the morning and then spent the afternoon trying to think up Hallowe'en costumes for [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess's house's party, as well as buying lots of fireworks from Lidl. I ended up going as a pirate (Jack Sparrow's hat, black/white stripey socks with maroon trousers tucked in them, big flouncy white shirt, plastic cutlass, etc) and Paul was the Ghost of Disco Past (mostly my clothes plus his t-shirt: orange flares, green stripey shirt, orange/brown/turquoise striped blazer, dead make-up and blue sparkly stars on his cheeks). I think he looked more impressive than me, to be honest.

So, we found the house, and nobody else was in costume... well, except for Alison later on. At least people will remember us.

The bonfire was cool, anyway. We got chatting to various random people, including a very talkative bloke named Pete towards the end of the evening. Paul got very drunk and started falling over, and I was freezing by 1.30am and that's when we decided to go home... got back for 2.00, just about.

On Sunday, we ventured into town to see Saw IV, which was... weird, and not as bad as I was expecting. I took a photograph on my phone of Alpha Tower disappearing into the smog, but forgot to save it. :( Nevertheless, the fog was very impressive, even if it was absolutely frelling freezing last night.

We were meant to have a roast chicken dinner, but due to not seeing the film until 6.30 (and also going to completely the wrong cinema anyway; I blame the cold for the brain freeze) we ended up going to Wagamama instead, where I had something other than their curry...

As it was so cold yesterday we changed the bed and put the winter duvet on, with the electric blanket, propting a very definite "Ahh, that's the stuff..." reaction upon getting into the bed... one of the good points of winter, I suppose.

Bonfire / firework photos will be posted, er, somewhere (either here or Facebook or both) once I manage to put the camera back together again. I fixed it on Saturday afternoon with duck tape and cotton bud sticks and it waited right up until I tried to take a photograph of someone doing fire poi before it decided to fall apart again. Stupid camera.

Aaaand that's it.
teylaminh: (Photo - rainbow)
It's been a long but otherwise pleasant weekend...

On Friday morning I was running around madly trying to get washing up done and tidying up because a certain someone had left it all for me to do again, before I headed out to collect [livejournal.com profile] thefleshfailure from the station.

Once back at the flat we sat and watched some old episodes of Whose Line Is It Anyway? on Dave (formerly UKG2), which, if the adverts are any indication, is clearly a channel aimed at manly men with manly names, like 'Dave', even though it's obviously also still UKG2... most odd.

After that I cooked a chickeny bolognese-y thing with garlic bread, got changed, and we headed off to the Briar for drinks.

There was a remarkably good turn out: obviously, [livejournal.com profile] falling_softly and [livejournal.com profile] flatline2010 were both already there, along with [livejournal.com profile] yoshi and [livejournal.com profile] rubytitania. We comandeered the table next to ours and awaited the further arrival of some other people. Lisa and Vickie turned up (the latter with her parents, for some reason), along with Spongebob Squarepants in balloon form, who proceeded to overlook the proceedings for the rest of the evening.

[livejournal.com profile] joetimewaster and [livejournal.com profile] miss_scooter appeared shortly afterwards, and then [livejournal.com profile] last_dance, [livejournal.com profile] metalmikey666 and my mum and David.

It was the usual really... I stayed in the quiet / tired corner for most of the night and had various conversations, but let everyone else get on with it, really. I probably should have talked to people a bit more, but as the pub was so bloody loud it was difficult... Derek somehow translated "Family Guy" into "nice breasts" at one point. Still not sure how...

I had four Kopparberg ciders (two summer fruits and two pear) and then one J2O as the headache started to kick in, and that was more than enough. Luckily, they'd run out of Weston's Perry, as usually one of those is enough to make me fall over. it was nice to see people, anyway.

There were a couple of strange moments towards the end of the evening: Lloyd, having lost an argument with Eni, decided to pick a fight with Derek over nothing in particular (at least as far as I could figure out, as I only caught the aftermath), following which he flounced off to have a cigarette. Just before we left (only five of us remaining - me, Eni, Paul, Lloyd and Derek) Paul decided he was going top ick a fight with me over nothing, after whining about wanting to go home, and now I can't remember what he was moaning about. And then some random pissed girl decided she was going to steal Spongebob and wouldn't give him back until her more sober friends talked her around.

Alcohol is bad, mmkay?

So, yes, that was that. I now have £20-worth of vounchers to spend in Virgin and HMV, plus the other £10 voucher that Centro sent me because apparently I've been with them six months. Even though I've been with them for about fifteen months. Strange.

On Saturday we mostly... watched television, played on DS Lites (me and Eni) and slept (Paul), as well as making a start on Bob and Rose, as Eni had never seen it. I cooked a very nice dinner, if I say so myself, although there was rather an excess of meat. A quiet, non-active day, at the very least, with a brief jaunt to the shops for veg and nothing much else...

Sunday was similar, with episode three of Bob and Rose and then taking Eni back to the station. Paul wheedled me into doing the washing up again (he now has to do the next four batches in a row) and then I dragged him down to the chippy for dinner.

He is off sick today with a cold / sore throat concoction, as he's had all weekend, but other than that it's back to reality. As ever when I go on leave the work has piled up significantly, so at least there's plenty to do, and plenty of people in today.

185m of swimming tonight. At least this week I actually feel up to it.
teylaminh: (Default)
Can anyone explain why Wispas are being advertised as an 80s thing? I can clearly remember eating one when I was 16, and that Cadbury's also temporarily brought out a special one with rice krispies and caramel in it, which was advertised by Ant and Dec, who summarily are not from the 80s.

Is it so that people our age (i.e. mid-20s) can go up to small children and say things like "Ah, young fellow-me-lad, I remember them from when you were nowt but a notion"? Because these days, that's more likely to get us a kick in the shins and some vulgar language...

Anyway, yes, hurrah for Wispas being back. I can't comprehend why Cadbury's decided to stop making them anyway, as they were easily their best product. The confectionary market needs more things with bubbles in. All that bollocks about waiting for the bubbles to melt in Aeros is, well, bollocks. You'll die of old age waiting for Aero bubbles to melt. Now, Wispa bubbles - that's a different matter. :D

So, yes, anyway, this weekend Paul, my mum, David and I went to the Safari Park.

Safari Park Goodness )

We had decided to go to That Mexican Place for a meal in the evening, but for some reason the queues to get into Star City were massive and we couldn't get near the place. I suspect there may have been something going on for Eid, but haven't checked the website yet... So instead we went to a pub in Romsley which was VERY NICE, although the starters were far too big. I had salmon and broccoli fishcakes to start, followed by a 12oz steak... possibly a tad greedy, but I do like steak...

We got back and watched a bit of the 100 Greatest Stand-Ups on Channel 4 (when are people going to realise that JIMMY CARR IS NOT FUNNY!?) and went to bed, knackered, at 11.30.

Had a very nice breakfast the following morning and then left about middayish to go and see Paul's mum... she thought my birthday was today (it's tomorrow) and was planning on surprising me by coming over, except I wouldn't have been in anyway... just as well we rang, really. She cooked us Sunday dinner and then we made tracks back home just in time for 'Stenders'...

A nice weekend, really, if a little tiring. Over the course of us being out Lisa's dad had come to re-do our piss-poor attempt at pinning up the ethernet cable, putting our effort to shame, but at least it's out of the way and not an eyesore now, and we have extra cable should we decide to move the PC...

The next few weekends are going to be hectic, to say the least... next week is birthday drinks, then it's Bonfire Night a few weeks later, and then I need to start thinking about Christmas. As I'm losing Christmas Eve as my last-minute shopping day, I need to be uber-organised this year, so I intend to start in November. I was hoping to have plenty of money to spare by now, but unfortunately it hasn't happened... just as well I don't have many presents to buy.

I promise at some point in the future to be a Good Friend and buy everyone presents. Until then, I remain skint.

I have a headache today, for no apparent reason, but at least my stomach is recovering... it was making "something has died in your intestines" noises again last night. At least I'm off from Wednesday...

Oh, yes, and last night I watched The Lady in the Water, which I thought was quite good. Possible spoilers, including post-movie dream. )

I should get on with typing this letter...

Back.

Sep. 13th, 2007 01:19 pm
teylaminh: (Photo - Atget mouth door)
I am back from Paris. Er, obviously.

I'm also very glad I booked these extra two days off, if only becuase our bloody flight home was delayed by about three hours, so instead of leaving at 7.25 it was more like 10.40. The French being French, there was no announcement until the time it was meant to depart, each time... Subsequently I didn't get home until about midnight (luckily the time difference meant I gained an hour) which was a little annoying, as it meant what few euros I had left after the holiday were used up buying food at the airport.

Incidentally, Charles de Gaulle airport is like a space station. It's terrifying...

I will do a full write up at some point (most likely when I have the 300+ photos and video footage to share; YouTube here I come...) but for now:

Monday: EuroDisney. Queued over an hour for Crush's Coaster, rest of day spent walking and watching the parades. Feet in agony as a result.

Tuesday: wandering around Paris, including a nun-on-a-phone (hotline to Jesus) in Sacre Coeur, box five at the Palais Garnier (OMG squeedeath!), Notre Dame and chickening out because of the steps (maybe next time), and more aching feet. Of the evening was a coach tour of illuminated Paris and a show at the Moulin Rouge, which was good but not worth the £65 we paid for it...

Wednesday: slow ambling around the city, starting with trying to find a museum mentioned the night before and ending up at the Pompidou Centre (wrong place), followed by a slow walk to Hotel de Ville metro station and onwards to the Place de la Concorde, with a ferris wheel ride and a peaceful stroll through the Tuileries gardens to the Louvre, which is massive. The back to the hotel to reshuffle the contents of cases, and the train journey back to the airport.

All in all, thoroughly enjoyable. The backs of my legs and the balls of my feet still aching, but that's what two solid days of walking will do to you, I suppose. It's not so much the walking as the standing around. Annoyingly, we also discovered on Wednesday that guided, English-spoken tours of the Palais Garnier happen on Wednesdays... given that every website I found said something different each time, there was no way I could have known this. Nevertheless, it was amazing to be there... despite the annoying Californians who, more than likely, expected to meet the Phantom or at least see the chandelier come crashing. The woman was botoxed to within an inch of her life. Terrifying.

So the only bad thing really was the delayed flight out. I wonder exactly how it is possible to delay an hour-long flight by three hours, but apparently it got delayed at Malaga or somewhere and then had technical difficulties at East Midlands. Oh well.

Right, as the sun is shining I shall put out the first batch of washing.

Oh, yes. And the weather was GORGEOUS.
teylaminh: (Random - Theory of Relativitea)
In all the new computer / functional scanner excitement, I forgot to update on my weekend.

So, over the weekend, I went to a barbecue. )

On the evening we also watched Children of Men )

It's a film that makes you think, most definitely. We need more dystopian future visions. They're far more likely than flying cars and everything being silver...

Apart from that, I've spent my weekend backing up files (unnecessarily, as it transpired) and doing lots of embroidery. My stained glass rose cross-stitch is now very nearly complete. A few more shades of red and then the black outlining and it's finished. I wish my scanner had worked whilst I was doing it because then I would have scanned the progress and made a funky animation, but I shall instead scan the finished product... then there's just the problem of getting it framed. And hanging it on our cardboard walls...

New scanner = pointless image spam. Be warned. :D
teylaminh: (Default)
The weekend was nice.

On Friday, [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess texted me whilst I was at the pub asking if I wanted to go to the cinema. Unfortunately I was too tired, but instead Paul and I invited her along to see the Simpsons movie with us.

Due to the blogathon, however, we had to see it very early in the morning so Ali could get back home and start her posting. So we ended up seeing it at 10.50 at Cineworld.

Review / Spoilers )

After the film we wandered back down Broad Street and discovered the Peace Gardens, which I'd driven past before without realising what they were. Quite pleasant, and at least it was a nice day.

Then we headed towards the markets to walk Alison to her bus stop, and Paul and I went to Maccy's for lunch (yum, grease), and a couple of pubs. Naturally, due to the good weather, the entire population of Birmingham was out in full force at any pub with a beer garden. Bastards.

We had a little bit of a disagreement on the walk back to the bus stop, whereby I sulked all the way home... We got off the bus at Blockbuster and rented three films for the week: Stranger Than Fiction, Little MIss Sunshine and Pan's Labyrinth.

Watched Stranger Than Fiction of the evening, which was also very good... quite different to what I was expecting, and the featurette on the GUI was informative, though we didn't watch the others. It's strange to see Will Ferrell in a more straight role where he doesn't have to shout to be funny. (Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, but he does tend to do that Jim Carrey thing where, if there's no space for insanity, there'll be one scene where he just can't help himself [see: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind]...) I would review it, but I think one is enough for this entry.

Sunday we did nothing, really. EastEnders and the usual headache, plus putting the washing out to try in the late afternoon because it apparently wasn't going to rain after all...

Yesterday, I was at work without a cardigan (work cardy in the wash) and frelling freezing. All the other offices are fairly warm, except for ours. So I had to go and buy a cardigan at lunchtime... I was going to anyway, to avoid further lack-of-cardigan episodes, and at £6 from Primark (which was like a bloody zoo) I can hardly complain.

Oh, yes, I bought the MP3 player from eBay on Saturday evening, and now I'm just waiting on delivery. I need to update my Ugly Betty fic (nearly a month!) and start my new POTO fic. And that, I believe, is that.

I was going to post this last night but I forgot to email it home. Also, by the time I'd got back at 5.45 (having left at 4.30!) due to a crash on Alcester Road by the baths (hence putting a damper on swimming, also) it would have been full of ranting about stupid drivers...
teylaminh: (Erik - blank)
Ahhh, holiday.  Even if it's only a holiday in the not-being-at-work sense.

The weekend was quite relaxing, really.

We did nothing very much at all on Saturday except go to see Shrek the Third, which was quite good.  Spoilers )

I enjoyed it, anyway.  We went for drinks after that at the Bright House, fearing that all other pubs would be rammed on the Last Official Day of Smoking (thank God), ended up have a semi-serious conversation for some reason, and then went to get something for dinner from Tesco.

On Sunday, the washing line broke, and we had a few minutes of fun trying to un-knot it from the wall bracket it was wrapped around to get enough to re-knot at the other end.  It's now hanging lower than it was before and Trevor will probably moan, but since it's more than likely to break again it'll probably be easier to buy a new one anyway...

Paul went to play badminton with Drew and I stayed in to watch the concert in memory of Diana at Wembley Stadium.  I started watching this not realising it was on from 3.30 to 10.00, but watched the majority of it nonetheless.  The best bit was probably the ballet and Ricky Gervais (er, not simultaneously, it should be noted), and the oddest section was the Andrew Lloyd Webber medley.  Some thoughts )

A bit so-so, really.  Considering some of the big stars they managed to get for the rest of the concert - Elton John, Nelly Furtado, the Royal Ballet - it was quite disappointing that the only PROPER West End star was Sarah Brightman.  I was expecting at the very least Elaine Paige and/or Michael Ball.  Also disappointed that there was nothing from the 'less popular' musicals like Sunset Blvd or Starlight Express, as there are some beautiful songs there.  Andrew did seem to be going for the stuff which is going to make him money, i.e. Phantom, Joseph, and Cats.  Sometimes, he is a genius; when it comes to making good decisions, he can be an idiot.

Anyway.  That was that.  This week I need to do the following:
  • Have a general tidy up.
  • Screw bookcases together, and put books on them, after getting books from attic.
  • Clean oven.
  • Clean cupboard under sink to get rid of horrible smell caused by previous leak.
  • Change bed.
  • Hoover bedroom.
  • Watch some television.

All this to include going swimming with Alison tonight, posting my long-overdue chapter 4, and also, hopefully, Buying Some Stuff.  I'm meant to be getting "lots of money" from Paul this month (as it's a five-week month).  I need to get summer shirts for work, some black sandals, and I want to get a couple of CDs.  I will probably chicken out at the last minute anyway, but meh.  I wants me some retail therapy, dammit.

I shall make a start on some chores, perhaps, after I've done the washing up and had breakfast, and played a game of online Scrabble.
teylaminh: (Photo - rainbow)
Well.  That was interesting.

I apologise in advance for any spelling errors - my hand aches from holding my music folder...

Travel woes and concert stuff in here )

Today, unsurprisingly, I am knackered...

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