Last week was actually pretty productive at work. This is - possibly a little disturbing. Mind you, I have actually been utilising my brain somewhat (by, um, playing with perl rather than doing work for a little every day), so maybe that plan is working. We can but hope.
Thursday night was supposed to be Proms. But there was the Queue From Hell, so after we'd hung around for an hour or so it transpired that we weren't getting in. Which was a bit of a pain. However! Simon W took us to Imperial bar, where there was beer, so not a complete waste. Then I broke somewhat, Pete took me for pizza, & I abandoned my bike at South Ken because I was feeling too shitty to cycle home :-/ Not the best. (things are better now, after a little talking to folk & suchlike, I would add).
Friday I went to the Dovetail, where there was once again beer, on this occasion of the Belgian variety. Liefmans Frambozen++. Then onto BMovie, to catch up with
kitty_goth &
shadow_jess before they headed off to France first thing Sat morning. Music didn't seem quite up to scratch, though I have since seen the setlist & discovered that it got better from 1230 onwards. Unfortunately, I left just after midnight, due to needing to get up early the next morning. Bah.
Spent the weekend in Chichester at Pete's parents. Nice food, nice walk along the beach Sun am, stress over refitting of bathroom & subsequent water-related drippings (something to do with the shower tank overflow, apparently. I did my best to pretend it all wasn't happening, I must confess). Wandered over to
marnameow &
sbp's on our return (after doing The Evil Washing-Up & a little light tidying), & watched the first episode of Buffy Season 7. I am now *desperate* to watch all the rest, but am rigorously rationing myself, as now I have only 21 episodes left till it is All Gone. *sobs*
Today: work not so good. On the other hand, I finally got rid of the article I've been putting off finishing for the last 2 weeks. Tonight: pub with
martling, dropped round Marna & Sean's again. Good to see Martin. Also
kitty_goth phoned, which was cool as I am missing him &
shadow_jess something shocking. France, apparently, is v relaxing, which is much to the good.
One of these days I will write something interesting in here. Possibly.
Oh yes: anyone fancy curry at that place opposite the Royal Oak (in Borough) tomorrow, followed by BEER at the Royal Oak? Or possibly Wednesday, if tomorrow is bad for people.
And today's other question: why *is* it that I can't double the number of hours in my week just by wishing it so, hmm? Time should be more elastic and less fixed. This would make my life significantly easier. I am unimpressed by the rigidity of these "natural laws" I keep finding around the place. Although clearly as time is all an illusion etcetc, if I think hard enough that it *is* elastic, it should become so, no? I am obviously just not concentrating sufficiently.
Thursday night was supposed to be Proms. But there was the Queue From Hell, so after we'd hung around for an hour or so it transpired that we weren't getting in. Which was a bit of a pain. However! Simon W took us to Imperial bar, where there was beer, so not a complete waste. Then I broke somewhat, Pete took me for pizza, & I abandoned my bike at South Ken because I was feeling too shitty to cycle home :-/ Not the best. (things are better now, after a little talking to folk & suchlike, I would add).
Friday I went to the Dovetail, where there was once again beer, on this occasion of the Belgian variety. Liefmans Frambozen++. Then onto BMovie, to catch up with
Spent the weekend in Chichester at Pete's parents. Nice food, nice walk along the beach Sun am, stress over refitting of bathroom & subsequent water-related drippings (something to do with the shower tank overflow, apparently. I did my best to pretend it all wasn't happening, I must confess). Wandered over to
Today: work not so good. On the other hand, I finally got rid of the article I've been putting off finishing for the last 2 weeks. Tonight: pub with
One of these days I will write something interesting in here. Possibly.
Oh yes: anyone fancy curry at that place opposite the Royal Oak (in Borough) tomorrow, followed by BEER at the Royal Oak? Or possibly Wednesday, if tomorrow is bad for people.
And today's other question: why *is* it that I can't double the number of hours in my week just by wishing it so, hmm? Time should be more elastic and less fixed. This would make my life significantly easier. I am unimpressed by the rigidity of these "natural laws" I keep finding around the place. Although clearly as time is all an illusion etcetc, if I think hard enough that it *is* elastic, it should become so, no? I am obviously just not concentrating sufficiently.
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Date: 2003-09-15 03:03 pm (UTC)You're sounding like Barry now.
Who is and isn't doing Stay Beautiful this weekend, do you know, as interim controller of kittens...
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:02 am (UTC)This is true. And, to be fair, I'm faffing like a faffy thing so I get what I deserve. Parents last weekend and two busy work-weeks are my excuse... Also mildly worried about being refused a mortgage. Eeek.
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:13 am (UTC)Also mildly worried about being refused a mortgage. Eeek.
Worried with reason, or just because it's worrying? *hugs* & fingers crossed, anyway.
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:26 am (UTC)The broker has come back with only two questions regarding my application. The first was something stupid about the percentage of the block that is still in local authority hands, but the second asked exactly who would be living in the property. Now, this bothers me because the major income provider on the application is my father, and he's not going to be living there. If they discount his income then there is no way they'll give me a mortgage for that amount based on what I earn... There *are* Plan B's (my father buys it outright and then lets it to me, basically), but these are more faff, hassle, delay and expense.
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:38 am (UTC)Out of interest, how much *is* still in Southwark's hands?
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:44 am (UTC)how much *is* still in Southwark's hands?
My (slightly paraphrased) response to that one was, "How the fsck should I know?" :) Southwark Council might let such information slip, but the only other way I can think of finding out is to spend several hours at the Land Registry looking up the owners of every flat longhand. TBH I think they want me to guess (and take the responsibility for doing so), which is something I'm not prepared to do.
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-16 12:11 am (UTC)Last time was weird, everyone slagged off the music, then Ally posted the setlists and everyone went 'wow, that was ace, why didn't we hear that', like some sort of collective hypnosis. Well, ok, not everyone.
Mirrors all over the place, women who are gratuitously and needlessly paranoid about what shape they are. hahahahahhahaha.
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Date: 2003-09-16 01:00 am (UTC)Yes, I know the Slimelight music policy is hardly the bestest ever *either*, but I expect that, & also they have seats to sit on & talk to people, instead of silly overhigh slidy stools.
The mirrors didn't bother me. I do not like mirrors much, but I am quite capable of just ignoring them.
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Date: 2003-09-15 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-17 06:17 am (UTC)Thursday night was supposed to be Proms. But there was the Queue From Hell, so after we'd hung around for an hour or so it transpired that we weren't getting in. Which was a bit of a pain. However! Simon W took us to Imperial bar
I turned up at 6:30 and wandered up and down the queues looking for you. Also tried phoning you but your phone seemed to be off. What time did you give up and go barwards? I thought you'd got in and that's why your phone was off.
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Date: 2003-09-17 06:28 am (UTC)bah. sorry!