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Mar. 18th, 2008 09:46 am
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The cold that became another cold that wouldn't go away has become sinusitis. *Not* a chest infection, said the doctor; I'm short of breah because I can't breathe through my nose, and mouthbreathing just isn't as effective.

So I'm on amoxycillin, wanting to sleeeeep and, once again, producing all the snot in the world. I need shares in Kleenex. I just hope it works and I get better this time; I'd really quite like to get back to the gym at some point.

Weekend in York (with flying visit to [livejournal.com profile] nannyo on the way back) was lovely, and I seem to have become a fan of Bleach, Saint Beast, and (somehow) Samurai Champloo. Next time I wonder where all my time goes, remind me of this post. [livejournal.com profile] dark_squall provided everyone with plotbunnies, which resulted in the Bad And Wrong idea of Sanzo in Olivia Newton John's end-of-Grease spandex outfit.

I also started knitting Monkey. Twisted rib = fine. YO2 in one row, which is knitted & knitted through the back loop in the next, = notsomuch. Ah well; I forgot to pack it, so at least I get a chance to calm down before trying again.
puddingcat: (exanimate)
I have another cold. I hadn't even completely recovered from the last one. My nose spent all yesterday running like a tap and is showing no signs of clearing up today (with added sinus blockage).

Anyway. I had a lovely birthday :) Saw [livejournal.com profile] faerierhona, with whom I hadn't caught up for ages, sadly failed to meet [livejournal.com profile] karohemd, who still holds the title of Only Person To Take A Photo Of Me With Which I'm Entirely Happy, got some shoes & boots mended, and asked the Haunted Bookshop to find me a copy of Fix Bay'nets! :)

I had forgotten how strong Belgian beer is. Gained further evidnece that everyone in Cambridge knows everyone else, when [livejournal.com profile] razornet arrived and recognised [livejournal.com profile] cabd. Still, the hangover cleared in time for Sunday lunch with the Parent People :)
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I spent mopst of Friday through to a bit of Monday in Norfolk with (takes deep breath) [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz, [livejournal.com profile] kowt and brother, [livejournal.com profile] nannyo, Mup, [livejournal.com profile] professoryaffle, [livejournal.com profile] rms, [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez, [livejournal.com profile] minspi, Stubeedoobeedoo, and [livejournal.com profile] geekpsi. Nobody attempted murder or GBH, nobody drowned in the river, nobody threw a hissy fit, and nobody got lost. Not a bad holiday, really.

Cromer in January isn't recommended for a shopping trip, however. Although, having said that, I did get a couple of lovely necklaces; one red leaf (which I can't find on the Artyfax website), and one silver & pale green enamel one by Pilgrim.

Otehr than that, I ate lots (including fairy cakes made from Real Fairies), drank a bit (but less than I'd expected; I brought home half my beer & more than half my sake), made a tactical withdrawal from a jigsaw puzzle, learned how to play mahjongg (if not how to score it) and passed on the next few Saiyuki volumes to [livejournal.com profile] nannyo (who was amused as I was about the many varieties of "monkey" insults flying between the mahjongg players).

After dropping [livejournal.com profile] minspi at the station and finding lunch, [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez kindly informed me that I looked shattered, so I left him to his haircut and went home. Where Cleo was so happy to see me that she came downstairs and walked all over me, despite [livejournal.com profile] professoryaffle being in the room, never mind the house.

Then I slept for 2 hours. Mmmm, sleeeeep.

I have a few photos, which I shall upload once at home. For now, I'm trying to remember how to work, hoping my stuffy nose doesn't develop into a Real Cold, trying to avoid the Duo website (*glares* at [livejournal.com profile] daegaer and [livejournal.com profile] louiselux) and absently wondering how I can become more feminine. I want to be more feminine. How do I manage this without crossing the line into "crap"?
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This weekend, I have managed to:

- Get Friday afternoon off work;
- Consequently, arrive in Cambridge both freshly-showered *and* before midnight;
- Very nearly have either all my hair cut off, or a smallish chunk dyed scarlet;
- Meet everyone I'd intended to meet at Strawberry Fair;
- Acquire a collar that makes "people scream when [I] hug them", gorgeous books, a beautiful picture, and an already broken in corset;
- drink beer in the sun next to the Cam as a naked man cycled past;
- be part of the Dark Side of the WI;
- drink hangover-free homebrewed wine & beechleaf liqueur;
- Meet the small cowprint cat and Fat Bessie;
- Take 10 things to the Cancer Research shop to make up for the above acquisitions; and
- Say "yes please" to a forthcoming interview, "Oh good" to hearing that I am, apparently, an Asda Person, and "Please could you also look for suitable jobs around Cambridge" to the recruitment agency.

To expand slightly, Strawberry Fair was lovely, the beer stopped me going postal at the inability of large groups of people to get anywhere, the description of the collar was one main reason for buying it (and I don't have a problem with it having a ring at the front, because the only way a lead will ever get attached is if I'm holding the end), and [livejournal.com profile] raggedy_man and [livejournal.com profile] nekofairy666 were kind enough to use luggage space to bring back smut from Japan for me :)

And yes, I was serious about saying I'll consider jobs in Cambridge just as much as up here. I had a noticeable slump in happiness levels as I went past Birmingham on the way home.
puddingcat: (RM's Angel)
I really am achieving very little indeed at the moment; the weather is making me want to stay inside with the Three Cs (Coffee, Computer, Cats) and not move. The band of temperatures in which I operate efficiently is ridiculously narrow, and this is more than one standard deviation from FWHH. Humbug.

I did manage to get over to see [livejournal.com profile] snapesbabe and the Smallest Elder God on Sunday :) Yummy yummy dead hen, sprouts & carrots (too squishy for our liking, but it kept The Bloke happy), then apple crumble with farty flour. Laughed 'til I hurt at Top Gear, and tried each other's latest BPAL hoards.

Manda Scott's fourth Boudica book is shaping up to be just as good as the first three, although I'm convinced that my usual curse (favourite characters dying tragically) is going to apply once again. I suppose there's still 700-odd pages for Valerius (né Bàn) and Corvus to run off & live Happily Ever After together, but I'm not holding my breath :(

Oooh, and the Kerrang! channel had their classics show - I'd forgotten just how pretty Axl Rose used to be in his "Welcome To The Jungle" days.

Seeing a DB9 Volante & Gallardo on the way home was the icing on the (very shiny) cake :) Although it's thrown today's "they'll sack me if I skive work" into sharp relief. [livejournal.com profile] strangefrontier posted a link to her University careers website over the weekend and, based on what I said I wanted lots of & none of, apparently I should work in intelligence or town planning. An interesting choice. I think I'd prefer to be an International Man Madam of Mystery, of the two.
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First: before I forget, a link snaffled from [livejournal.com profile] raggedy_man: I'll take one of each to go, please.

Second: Spending the evening's roleplay discussing how to get one over on precognitives and (when that fails) how to use them for one's own devices. The consensus of opinion was that the former was doomed from the start, but the second is best achieved by sitting on them and throwing out possible actions until their brains go *pop*.

Third: Remembering the joy of playing a man, especially in a high-tech superhero game setting. I don't often get to say, "If you wanted to know which side I dress to, you only had to ask; buying me a spandex bodysuit really wasn't necessary". One friend had to leave the room until his head readjusted itself :)

Fourth: Driving past two naked men jogging down the road on the way home.

Tomorrow: Going to the town hall with rp friends for a Japanese Cultural Day (GM is taking Japanese lessons).

Sunday: A 450' zipwire "challenge" at the City of Manchester Stadium in aid of Marie Curie Cancer Care. I haven't been collecting sponsorship this time, cos of doing the 10km run in May, but I still paid the entry fee.


...And then I have 3 1/2 days to panic about getting ready for Whitby. I have Nothing To Wear, and No Money (I get paid on Friday, which will make the Thursday night interesting).
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Saturday was intended to be a meeting lots of people day, but turned into a mooching around London day (through no fault of anybody's). The Forbidden Planet is pants for its collection of anime and its fans (which couldn't blow the skin off a rice pudding). However, I unexpectedly bumped into [livejournal.com profile] omentide and [livejournal.com profile] hrafen, which was lovely after not seeing them for so long, and then wandered down to the Charing Cross Road and Cecil Court to investigate Books.

The place on the Charing Cross Road is run by Aziraphale; there's no doubt. He's middle aged, roundish, has blond curly hair and is camper than [livejournal.com profile] ukporl. In comparison, Marchpane's in Cecil Court has an original Dalek and sold me a GMF for £10 (so I'm very happy). The Henty I picked up for a fiver is full of manly adoration as well, though it's more of a history lesson with made-up characters than anything else.

Okawari, in Chinatown, is the best Japaese restaurant I've ever been to. I had a bento box but could quite easily have eaten nothing but their mackerel sashimi until I exploded. I *need* to investigate my ice-cream amker and invent sesame seed icecream, too.

*Then*, I managed to find The Weaseldome on the first go, and met [livejournal.com profile] indochine_uk and [livejournal.com profile] hullfire. Frolicking happened, as did Catalogue Man posing and admiration of Weasel's signed photo.

For the record, [livejournal.com profile] indochine_uk and I can share a single-and-a-bit futon mattress *perfectly* comfortably ;p


Moveing on to Monday, I met [livejournal.com profile] moony. She rocks. Verily so. But before that, Weasel took me round Weaselville Cemetery, where I explained my version of goth to her. We found a one-eyed teddy bear, the graves of Cliff Richard and Arthur Daley, the Scaramanga family tomb, and some carved roses that looked like a skull. Also, the most evil bunny ever.

Anyway, then I went an met Moony. Who is wonderful, and is invited to stay should U2 ever play Manchester (or in the north west generally).

We found a beautiful old Bentley (though not a 1926 model), and she thwarted me in my plans to convince the owner to sell it to me for 5p. Bah. There was pub food and anime discussions (in which [livejournal.com profile] daegaer featured as Enabler-In-Chief), musings on HP Book 7, and then sinking ducks in St. James' Park.


It was a wonderful weekend :)

(Thre are more photos in each of the photobucket galleries, but they didn't fit in the story.)

Weekend!

Jul. 27th, 2006 02:57 pm
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Ok. As usual, I've procrastinated & missed out on cheap train tickets, but Plans So Far look like:

Friday evening: sleep.

Saturday: catch train to London Euston - there's one leaving at 10.54 that gets in at 13.21, or one at 11.24 that arrives at 13.39. If I really can't get out of bed, the 11.54 gets to Euston at 14.18. Then I can wander to wherever [livejournal.com profile] moony wants to meet up, hopefully gathering a [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth en route, and listen to them enthuse about Macs. Possibly whilst in the British Museum.

Around teatime, I'll head towards the Weaseldome and start getting excited about Sunday.

Sunday: CROYDON MOTOR SHOW. Oh, yes. No plans for the evening yet; will follow along with [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel and [livejournal.com profile] very_true_thing's plans.

Monday: Get up & go home. Sensible trains home are round about on the hour & half past; I'd like to get one after lunch but before 4.00. If anyone wants more of my company in the morning, text me.



Thinking about it, I'll have my luggage with me on Saturday. Is there somewhere sensible to leave it at one of the stations that doesn't cost an arm & a leg? Weasel, is it Victoria I need to go to to head on down to Weaselville? Though I'd rather not have to backtrack from Euston to possiblyVictoria, then back to Tottenham Court Roadish, or from Euston to TCRish to Euston to PV. Help!
puddingcat: (exanimate)
I'm so tired I hurt.

My eyes want to spit out my contacts and close, my forehead's gone numb and I feel as if I'm thinking through treacle, and I've gone numberblind.

I'm not sure why. I got to sleep at 11 last night and (apart from a very strange nightmare about someone singing Silent Night at me) slept well. I've had coffee and carbs and protein and mints and sugar and salad & fruit, and an LJ break and a wander round the office, aand a walk down to Sainsbury's at lunchtime, and none of it's worked.

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[livejournal.com profile] moony! Are you still interested in meeting up on Saturday? Or possibly Monday? I'm trying to plan train tickets :) And [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel - if I aim to get to the Weaseldome late Saturday afternoon / early evening, is that ok? Will staying Sunday night be ok, or too much hassle on Monday morning? Staying the extra night would be easier for me, but I can do the staying with parents thing if necessary.

Brains...

Jun. 27th, 2006 03:37 pm
puddingcat: (Braindead today)
Weekend went something like this:

Realise I have too much Stuff to sort *and* pack. Pack it all.
Drive to Citadel [livejournal.com profile] snapesbabe and add small Elder God and associated peripherals to car. Drive to Chateau [livejournal.com profile] nannyo.
Eat, drink & be merry.
Fail to sleep.

Rise from pit, dress & make people up as sundry goths & girls.
Learn that small Elder God + goth's box of makeup = very colourful.
Have barbecue in the rain.
Dress more people up as sundry goths & girls.
Eat, drink & be merry once more.
Sleep.

Rise from pit. Drink all possible caffeine.
Climb rocks.
Eat ginger sponge almost as good as a finely-turned equation.
Return Small Elder God and associated peripherals to Citadel [livejournal.com profile] snapesbabe.
Have introduction to Doctor Number Six. Remember why I didn't understand Doctor Who when I was little.
Drive home.
Sleep.

Rise from pit.
Sleep some more.

Sleep some more.

Snore...
puddingcat: (Braindead today)
I'm back home after a weekend of swelteringly hot public transport, a slightly less sweltering car, and seeing people.

Thanks to (a) work being gits, and (b) being knackered, I didn't drive home til Saturday morning, at which point 2 people decided to write off Puntos on the M6. Jolly good fun. Still managed to get home, avoiding the worst of the Silverstome and Milton Keynes Bowl queues, dropped off my hoover with the traditional cry of "Daddy Fix", and went to find [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth in Camden. Which was *relatively* quiet, if (and I never thought I'd say this) Too Hot To Shop. Still, I've had a pint in the Dev, which almost makes me a real goth. Getting overexcited about finding the video to "Perfect Strangers" (a rock video, with no scantily-clad women. Who'd have thought it?) on YouTube negates most of it, though :)

Met many other crazy cat ladies & knitters, including [livejournal.com profile] miss_newham again (very scary LJ friends overlaps), watched Doctor Who (disappointing but still pretty good), went to Antilight (great place, minimal bleep and decent aircon) and had All The Food In The World in the park :) Failed to meet up with Sister because her hangover was too bad for the tube.

Hitchin had its first rain since the hosepipe ban last night, because I washed my car. Bah. Found an old Top Gear on Sky and remembered just how much I want a TVR Griffith. Was quite horrified at how much James May's aged over the last three years.

The cats haven't eaten the furniture (or been sick anywhere visible, which is a nice change).


ETA: Found the catpuke! All is right with the world!
puddingcat: (RM's Angel)
- Boozy weekend, first with [livejournal.com profile] vulgarcriminal and others, including Real Life Friends, then SB. Shrublette likes my lap as well as my floppy doggy ears (*facepalms*). Pugsley tried to go to sleep in my sleeve.

- Week off the gym hasn't hurt. Ran faster than usual. Go Me. Next stop, the Great North Run (half marathon) next year. Still no endorphin rush, but is bloody nice to get better at something I was always rubbish at.

- Bumped into [livejournal.com profile] neilhist; me on way to lunch, him on way to gym. Hmmmm, maybe this is why he's doing better at the shaping up thing than me?

- Ate All The Garlic In The World (with a bit of chicken & rice) at Koh Samui. V Nice Thai food. I smell now.

- Saw Quattroporte & Vantage. V Nice. Still want an Alfa Spider, though.
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Something happens when I travel east of the M1 or south of Birmingham. When I manage both, I almost invariably end up having a wonderful time and desperately wanting to move away from the Armpit of England.
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I had forgotten how bad the traffic on the M6 can get on a Friday evening; it took 4 hours to get home. Still, I've found out (a) how to open my boot, (b) the 323 has the same gearing ratio as the Astra, and (c) the M6 Toll rocks.

Lillian's 80th was pretty quiet, but then she is the youngest of the grandparent / great aunt generation, so an energetic knees up was always going to be unlikely. I seem to have trained everyone not to ask why I don't have a Nice Young Man (or indeed, any other variety) as the usual flood of personal questions were absent. Chrsitopher (cousin no. 2, last measured at 6'3" before he got too tall for anyone else to reach that far) wasn't there, as he's just got into Southampton Uni's Second Eight and had rowing practice. Still, I have a picture of me standing next to Julia (cousin no. 1) and looking decidedly hobbit-like.

It's the first time I've driven the 323 further than the shops & back. It's - ok. Nothing special. It's more sensitive than the Astra, but that isn't surprising (being 8 years younger). It has better fuel economy and better visibility. It's still just a 5 door hatchback. The happiest it made me was seeing John's 5-series parked next to it and realising that (for the first, and probably the last, time) I have a newer car than him :)

I hadn't realised how relatively common Mazdas are up here. South of Stafford, I didn't see a single RX-8, and they're a 2-3 a day occurrence here. Mind you; house prices probably affect things quite a bit - I can usually rely on seeing a couple of 911 Carreras, a handful of Boxsters and a Bentley Continental in the average weekday, and (even at the London end of the M4 corridor) the Nice Car Count was one Noble & one Vantage, all weekend.

Dad & I went over the engine Sunday morning & I'm feeling reassured. However much I learn about cars, I'm always worried that I'll miss something I haven't been told to look out for - being persistently treated as a Girl by salesmen has had a lasting effect). All that needed doing was tightening the throttle cable a bit - the rest's lovely & shiny and in good condition.

Got home in time for Petrolheads - it was considerably better than the first episode. Neil Morrissey still needs a good slapping, but Ronan Keating's joined the ranks of Cool People in my world, for identifying an F430 from part of its front spoiler :)

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It's Not Fair (part 1). I have 7 years protected no claims, I've never had an accident, and I'm a 30-something chartered accountant (that's isn't the Not Fair bit). Why is my insurance still £500 pa, even after applying internet and AA membership discounts?

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It's Not Fair (part 2). If I'm going to have X-rated dreams about TV presenters, please can they be attractive ones next time?
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Oh, what a lovely weekend.

[livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz came to visit and we both calmed down after respective stresses of work and driving through Tintwistle, with the help of a bottle of Merlot and Domino's pizzas. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz even stopped sneezing sometime during the night, which was a Good Thing.

[livejournal.com profile] nannyo met us at the station, and we wandered round a foody market before finding Affleck's Palace for lunch, before being joined by [livejournal.com profile] tooth_fairy and [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc (who made himself popular by being able to quote Shakespeare accurately), and then [livejournal.com profile] cryx.

We swore [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc to secrecy regarding What Goes On during girly shopping trips, and took him to Abakhan Fabrics, where he was scared by the large polystyrene piles cushions rings. Bought some yarn because it was called Firefly and, over coffee, discovered it's s total bitch to knit. Nice string trio & singer doing carols in Piccadilly Gardens to take my mind off it, though. I didn't wince at her tuning once.

Home, chicken stoo, and [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz dressed up as me while I dressed up as her. I can't remember the last time I left the house wearing nothing black. Not even my shoes and knickers were black. (Socks don't count*.)

Great time around Canal Street and Fab Cafe (hurrah for Steppenwolf!) and obligatory chips. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz's beatiful pink hair pulled everywhere we went, too.

Much, much knitting too. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz is managing to knit something that looks like a large hamster pelt out of tadpoles.

All in all, I appear to have lost my phobia & worry about having friends to stay :) Oooh, and even Pootlecat liked [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz, and didn't *always* run away from [livejournal.com profile] nannyo.

Oh, and the Bugatti Veyron. The Marcos might have been prettier (I like muscle cars, after all) but oh, the sound and the engine and the design and Oh.

More 911 Carrera letchery though. Bah. Anyone with a hat like that doesn't deserve a Porsche.

The race would have been a lot better had it not been so obviously fixed, and the "problems" with the plane so obviously scripted.


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*No, [livejournal.com profile] norfolkian and [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel, I do not have a sock fetish.

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