I need to start coming up with better subjects. Or just start doing more interesting things. I'm not sure which...
Aaaanyway. I can't even remember when I last updated. On Thursday at work I spent the majority of the evening helping Ama put up decorations on and around Gaynor's desk for her birthday on Friday. Which was good, because it gave the work a chance to pile up...
Paul went out on Thursday night and came back at about 1.30 in the morning, much to my irritation, and subsequently had Friday off sick... although this was mostly due in part to spending 45 minutes waiting for an 11 to turn up and getting fed up, and then learning that the entire 11 route was flooded. I don't think I can blame him for that, even though he was perfectly capable of going through town. :P
Friday was quite busy at work due to two people going on leave and trying to get all their work done before they went. I should probably have stayed later than I did, but it's just as well I left at 4.15 because it took me neary an hour to get home. I wanted to get to Symphony Hall for 7.00 to pick up our tickets. This gave us about an hour in which to cook, eat and get changed (in my case, anyway)...
We got a taxi in the end, because the traffic was awful. Then I got stuck in a queue at the box office (where there was one window open) because of the Slowest People in the World donig whatever they were doing there, and then we had a drink in the bar and listened to some free jazz from a hammond organ-led band which was playing there, before heading in to sit down...( Phantom Silent Movie )
I shall now stop rambling. It is
a wonderful film, and I hope this means Symphony Hall will have more repeat showings of the other films they've put on over the years. I managed to catch Nosferatu
, but ended up missing Metropolis
(to see, of all things, Spiderman 2
...) and also the Chaplin double bill. As the Hall was packed on Friday night, with any luck the popularity of this showing will mean a repeat run of those films, or perhaps others which haven't been shown yet.
I can't help but feel the Electric should be taking the wheel in this regard, though. I have absolutely no inclination to spend any money there these days, especially when both screens are showing the same film, which you can watch up at AMC for half the price on a screen three times the size. The Electric is not about blockbuster movies; it's about traditionalism, and they would do well to remember that. I suppose, unfortunately, they're just trying to make money.
So, after the film we got a taxi back to Kings Heath and went to the Pear Tree to meet joetimewaster
, who had attended a BSL meet-up. The meet-up was abandoned, though, because apparently nobody from Jeanette's course had actually turned up despite encouragement from their course tutor...
We had a couple of drinks in there and nattered about television and film nostalgia, which was nice.
Got back and saw a bit of Jonathan Ross and the end of Big Brother and probably something else I don't remember, and that was about it...
On Saturday I had a morning of nodding off into a deep sleep about four times (complete with insane dreams) until Paul woke me up at 11.00 to tell me his Scrabble rack was rubbish and to offer to cook me breakfast. We did very little over the course of the day except spend too much in Somerfield (as usual) and watch television / play online.
Paul went out at about 10.00ish (a whole hour later than expected thanks to Justin's impeccable time-keeping, as usual) and promised to be back at 12.30 at the latest. He was actually back at 1.30 and was greeted with a "What the Hell time do you call this?!" as soon as he walked through the door. After some profuse apology / explanation he then left me alone to watch television in the front, turned the light off and promptly fell over against the radiator, almost breaking the contents of my bedside table, at which point I shouted at him to go away.
He emerged about 45 minutes later at 2.30ish asking if he was welcome, as he'd considered sleeping on the sofa. At least he was apparently true to his word and only drank orange juice instead of the beer he'd originally planned...
As a result of falling asleep in an annoyed state, I woke up on Sunday with a splitting headache, and spent the majority of the day on the sofa watching television, other than a brief trip to Sainsbury's to get bread. I nearly fell asleep before the second instalment of EastEnders
, in fact, and spent the rest of the day trying not to fall asleep.
Paul cooked dinner (lamp chops, mm), which was very nice, despite the fact I'd been feeling out of sorts and slightly sick all day. As a result I didn't even have the energy to look at my next UB fic chapter, let alone fight with FNN's hellish upload interface. I should probably get it posted tonight if I can...
Luckily I feel much better this morning other than the usual tiredness, although I seem to be getting that thing again where I'm perpetually hungry no matter what I eat, but full as soon as I start. Very annoying...( Little tiny work moan )
At least on Mondays I can leave work early. Roll on the lottery win, please.
In the meantime, here is a brief to-do list:
- Upload third chapter of UB fic.
- Give Eni list of musicals I have on CD.
- Copy musicals if requested, and send.
- Print off letter for Katie's CD.
Buy belated birthday / good luck card. (She's going back to college... 'chef school', apparently.) - tick!
- Send CD and letter.
- Upload BBC2 Sunset Blvd. recording MP3 to webspace.
Oh, and also, there was an Annoying Child in Birthdays this afternoon, as I was trying to get Katie a card. Apart from the entirely different annoyance of the staff deciding to restock the shelves just before closing time (not to mention the awful traffic), said Small Child kept screaming "Mummy, I want a chocolate!" and banging on the glass by the till where the Thorntons continentals are. And then proceeded to go underneath the lift-up bit of the counter where the staff enter and saw pawing the chocolate. The mother's pathetic attempt was "No we don't" in response to "I want a chocolate" and "You're not supposed to be in there" or something equally pathetic. The poor girl on the till was looking more and more flustered - I mean, what can you do? If you grab the child and put it back in the main body of the shop, the parents'll do you for child abuse... but honestly, when the parents are doing such a piss poor job of disclipining their children and teaching them about where not to go in shops, it's hardly surprising so many of them end up as juvenile delinquents...
ANYWAY. That's more than enough for one day. :P I typed most of this at work - you can tell it was quiet. :)