Fandom dreams, and other things.

There is no hope now. None whatsoever. The first vital step of Obsession has been fulfilled. Last night I had a dream about Ugly Betty. Worse, it was looking towards being shippy had I not woken up...

I blame going to read spoilers on Sunday, personally...

( Cut for those who don't watch the show )

Does anyone watch Ugly Betty other than me and yoshithedragon? I know winter_jasmine made her position blatantly clear despite my best efforts to the contrary. :P

In other news, I think I'm actually looking forward to choir tonight for the first time in ages. Mostly this is because I'm not stupidly tired, thanks to an early(ish) night (despite the lure of Nitrome and their addictive games - try Skywire, it's frustratingly brilliant...), a bit of a lie in (7.40), and coffee. It's also because the pieces are finally starting to come together more than they were... which is just as well, given the concert is three weeks or so away. I must ring my mum tomorrow and ask her to get three tickets when / if she books so that Paul can go as well...

Unfortunately, looking at maps and such, I don't know if I'll be able to do the Tewkesbury concert. I was checking how to get to the abbey and it seems to be miles away from the nearest station. That isn't a problem in itself, but given there will most likely be a concert that morning / afternoon I'll probably have to make a day trip of it and hope there's something to do there in the interim. Paul also doesn't mind coming along for the entire day but doesn't fancy having to wander around on his own whilst I'm rehearsing, so ideally we could do with someone else going along as well...

I really hope I can do it, because the music is so lovely, and I know it'll sound gorgeous in the abbey. I'll have to see. The concert is at some point in June on a Saturday... I can't remember the actual date but it should be mentioned somewhere on the choir's website. I know wrysprygoat expressed an interest in coming to the May concert, if I'd realised it clashed with herringprincess's barbecue and discouraged her from that date. As it stands now neither of them are able to come and I will be attending the barbecue / party late. Sans barbecue, alas. :(

So, yeah. Day trip to Tewkesbury, anyone?

Also, I actually have work to do today, for a change, which might account for why the day doesn't seem to be stretching vast hours into the distance. Admittedly I just have a lot of very short tapes to get through, and nothing much has come in since this morning, but it might wake up a bit after lunch. I've noticed the majority of work seems to come in after the WPOs leave, when it comes in at all...

At least it's a bank holiday on Monday, and I have the rest of that week off. Tomorrow I also need to ring up and book our trip to the circus with joetimewaster and miss_scooter. There were some ticket discount vouchers on the bar in the Pear Tree. I haven't been to the circus since I was about 7 in BLackpool, unless you count Cirque du Soleil...

Hm, I think I need a to-do list.

1. Wednesday - phone mum re: concert tickets.

2. Wednesday - phone to book circus tickets.

3. Rest of week - investigate how to get to hotel holding Liz Hawthorne's wedding reception and how much it costs, etc, send back RSVP. Have actually asked Paul to do this tonight while I'm at choir.

Hoepfully the actual hotel won't be TOO much for a one-night stay... It's somewhere near Hereford from what I could tell from the road map. I'm hoping the hotel's website will have directions for people who, like, don't drive.

I am muchly looking forward to my week off. Mostly I intend to get lots of washing done so I can hang it outside (I only really get that chance at the weekend - the good thing is it only takes a couple of hours to dry, as opposed to a couple of days in the loft...) and very little else. Unless, as stated, I have some bookcases to sort out. I'll lose a day to the bank holiday, really, as Paul will also be off and we'll end up doing nothing. ;)

I should probably warn in advance, though, that my week off will result in visiting the small hours once again (old habits die very hard; you give me a week off and I'll completely revert to being nocturnal again like I was at Uni) and there are a lot of various things running around my head that I've just not had the time to think about properly recently. Which means that they haven't had time to coalesce into anything I can write down, luckily, so my paper journal has remained unbattered. So, just so you know, there might be some Good Ol' Angst appearing, unless I can sit on it. (Nothing serious; just stuff, really.)

This entry is full of purposeful pointlessness because I'm writing whilst waiting for tapes to rewind / precedents to load / things to print. But I will now sign it off, because I can't think of anything else to ramble about. Having work to do makes such a difference to my mood; today is a good day.

Stupid middle of nowhere.

I need to sent off Liz H's wedding reply, really.  I got let out of choir early because in the latter half they were rehearsing for The Kingdom concert that I'm not doing.  So I've been spending the past half an hour or so (and bugger, still managed to miss the 9.00pm showing of Sensing Murder) trying to figure out how to get to Baskerville Hall Hotel by public transport.

Everywhere in the entire world is catered for people who fucking drive.  Those of us who don't are left to wander aimlessly through countryside in the hope of getting there eventually.

The nearest train station is Hereford, which is a good few miles away and would involve a hefty taxi fare, as the hotel itself is in Clyro, near Hay-on-Wye.

There are no stations that serve Hay-on-Wye, Clyro, Brecon, or any of the other places which would be helpful.  In fact that entire area of East Wales is completely unserved by trains.  Sucks to be them, I guess.  There is a bus from Hereford to Brecon (via Hay-on-Wye) but it only comes every 90 minutes or something ridiculous, and we'd still have to get from there to the bloody hotel.  And this is just for the wedding reception; there's still a room to book and figuring out how to get to that as well.

So currently the only option appears to be car sharing with people from work (who all live over Kingstanding / Erdington way), which runs the risk of having to car share with Sandra, or falling on the mercy of my lovely parental bodies.  I'm sure David wouldn't mind driving to Clyro; but there's always the chance he'd be working that day, and I'm not sure my mum would be so keen to drive that far.  And we'd still have to get back on a Sunday, which would be even MORE hellish.  I bet there's no public transport at ALL on a Sunday.

Meh.

Stuff like this is frustrating and stupid.  People who run public transport need to learn that people have to GET SOMEWHERE, at a REASONABLE TIME, especially when they live in the middle of nowhere.  And, on top of that, people who can drive need to be less bloody dependent on their vehicles, so that then they'd HAVE to run more buses.  Except, obviously, when you live in the countryside, you drive either a land rover or a tractor, and don't have to contend with getting the bus.  Kinda makes me glad to be in the Land of Smog.

Bugger it.  I'll send off the reply and figure this out later when I can be bothered.