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puddingcat) wrote2006-06-05 08:09 pm
puddingcat) wrote2006-06-05 08:09 pm
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Oh, weekend stuff, and stuff.
So I bunked out of work at 5pm, wandered over to Piccadilly and recaffeinated myself whilst waiting for the train. Thank heavens ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nannyo and Mup were waiting for me at the other end :)
Quite a while later, I was having anxiety at being so far away from a motorway and marvelling at the ability of Stubeedoo's cat simultaneously to purr and run away from everything (including a remote controlled dalek).
Got to Chez Wez, drank tea, had some of Blade Trinity inflicted on me (a dreadful film bar the vampire Pomeranian, but at least it gave me the words to describe the cock juggling thunder cunt...) and fell asleep on a very cool single seater futon.
Somewhat insanely, wore my pvc jeans & pinstripe corset to the Strawberry Fair. Somewhat interestingly, I only got hot & sweaty *above* the level of the corset. I think there was less variety of hippy tat than last year; I only bought a bat kite (and food), but we gotto the Chaos Science tent early enough for the demonstrations still to be going on :D Disappointingly, the box labelled "13W explosions" was only being used as a table, but I got to play on the conservation of angular momentum stool (New Rocks add to the effect when stuck out together with the hand weights), admired the lemon juice & bicarb explosions, and played with cornflour & water collapsible sausages. The demonstrators looked happy to have enthusiastic visitors, even if we were all at least 20 years older than they'd intended :)
Decided it was too hot to hang around and left via the Alley of Irritating Fact-Ignoring Political Stalls. Saw a woman dressed like a bee & surprised a shopkeeper by buying the Telegraph while obviously being one of those Fair-goers. Retired toprofessoryaffle's to be spoiled rotten. Saw many wonderful people, caught up with some I don't see nearly often enough, marvelled at the ability of eyeliner to do Disturbing Things to perfectly normal (looking) people, and shamelessly ogled redshira.
Possibl the best Doctor Who yet; certainly the only one to be scary, IMO. Hurrah for Cthulhue and Rocco :)
Somehow made it back to Chez Wez, peeled off clothes and collapsed. Both in the right place *and* after taking my contacts out correctly.
Don't remember much of the way back. I hope I didn't snore too much.
I do, however, hate Doncaster and everything to do with it with the burning heat of a thousand fiery suns. Just being driven to the station increases my stress levels to the point where I'm contemplating extra tablets or having a proper nervous breakdown, just so I don't notice it any more. Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are. Just how long does it *take* for conditioning to wear off, anyway?
Oooh, Top Gear. *Licks* Yes; I did enjoy that :) Hurrah for science (albeit edited) and Michael Gambon for understanding it :)
Today I mowed the lawn. Considering that it was more than cat-deep and starting to seed, I'm pleased that it only took an hour and a half.
Consequently, I've done nothing else today except go and get a takeaway curry. This is the first one I've had since starting to watch what I eat *properly*, and good grief, it's filling, gorgeous, and greasy. Yum, but it'll be doing me three meals at least.
Oooh; this is what Last.fm is for. I've been played Yes and Cream on my neighbour radio :)
nannyo and Mup were waiting for me at the other end :)Quite a while later, I was having anxiety at being so far away from a motorway and marvelling at the ability of Stubeedoo's cat simultaneously to purr and run away from everything (including a remote controlled dalek).
Got to Chez Wez, drank tea, had some of Blade Trinity inflicted on me (a dreadful film bar the vampire Pomeranian, but at least it gave me the words to describe the cock juggling thunder cunt...) and fell asleep on a very cool single seater futon.
Somewhat insanely, wore my pvc jeans & pinstripe corset to the Strawberry Fair. Somewhat interestingly, I only got hot & sweaty *above* the level of the corset. I think there was less variety of hippy tat than last year; I only bought a bat kite (and food), but we gotto the Chaos Science tent early enough for the demonstrations still to be going on :D Disappointingly, the box labelled "13W explosions" was only being used as a table, but I got to play on the conservation of angular momentum stool (New Rocks add to the effect when stuck out together with the hand weights), admired the lemon juice & bicarb explosions, and played with cornflour & water collapsible sausages. The demonstrators looked happy to have enthusiastic visitors, even if we were all at least 20 years older than they'd intended :)
Decided it was too hot to hang around and left via the Alley of Irritating Fact-Ignoring Political Stalls. Saw a woman dressed like a bee & surprised a shopkeeper by buying the Telegraph while obviously being one of those Fair-goers. Retired to
professoryaffle's to be spoiled rotten. Saw many wonderful people, caught up with some I don't see nearly often enough, marvelled at the ability of eyeliner to do Disturbing Things to perfectly normal (looking) people, and shamelessly ogled redshira.Possibl the best Doctor Who yet; certainly the only one to be scary, IMO. Hurrah for Cthulhue and Rocco :)
Somehow made it back to Chez Wez, peeled off clothes and collapsed. Both in the right place *and* after taking my contacts out correctly.
Don't remember much of the way back. I hope I didn't snore too much.
I do, however, hate Doncaster and everything to do with it with the burning heat of a thousand fiery suns. Just being driven to the station increases my stress levels to the point where I'm contemplating extra tablets or having a proper nervous breakdown, just so I don't notice it any more. Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are. Just how long does it *take* for conditioning to wear off, anyway?
Oooh, Top Gear. *Licks* Yes; I did enjoy that :) Hurrah for science (albeit edited) and Michael Gambon for understanding it :)
Today I mowed the lawn. Considering that it was more than cat-deep and starting to seed, I'm pleased that it only took an hour and a half.
Consequently, I've done nothing else today except go and get a takeaway curry. This is the first one I've had since starting to watch what I eat *properly*, and good grief, it's filling, gorgeous, and greasy. Yum, but it'll be doing me three meals at least.
Oooh; this is what Last.fm is for. I've been played Yes and Cream on my neighbour radio :)
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Not difficult, being as it is (give or take Barrow-in-Furness, anyway) the last bastion of stonewashed denim, Hai Karate, and Clone Zone-style moustaches worn in a totally non-ironic way by men who would thump you for calling their pint a poof. If God wanted to give Yorkshire an enema, he'd stick the tube in somewhere like Edlington.
Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed
To be fair, the station staff at Doncaster are about the most helpful I've ever had dealings with in Britain, bending over backwards to help me shift this large and expensive Bang and Olufsen television which I'd had to collect from the other side of Goole.
numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are.
Isn't James from Rotherham? It may be only 12 miles away but it's a very different kind of place. There are more recognisably human life forms in Rotherham.
Clarko, on the other hand, is very much a Doncaster man, and often sounds like those rich self-made millionaires from round there who live in big houses out in the flatlands towards Thorne, next door to all the private prisons and huge EU-subsidised fields of oilseed rape. You know, like Dave Tordoff (http://www.davetordoff.com/), only not as funny.
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Bah, I didn't join the Dr Who watching because there was lovely food and lovely weather outside and I thought I had taped it but when I got home, my VCR hadn't worked (it's been exhibiting some odd hiccups lately). :o(
Missed TG, too due to being at a rather wonderful gig. Oh well.
Oh, did you get the icon I sent to your gmail address?
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But but but reason for comment, you're not ready to buy a spider yet are you? I've made the bitterly horribly difficult decision to sell mine :(
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Why? How much? Why? What are you getting instead? WHY?
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Spider's need lots of looking after and I've spent a hell of a lot on her, don't really want to spend anymore. Don't let that put you off mind you ! If you're interested I'll send you my massive and honest description.
I want something that's a bit cheaper to insure, isn't a classic as such - I'm looking at a pop up headlight MX5, then when I'm a bit more financially stable I'll save up for another Spider ! :p :p
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I'd need to sell the Mazda and find an extra £1,500 or so. That's possible, but I doubt it'll be quick. How much of a hurry are you in?
(Yes please, I would like the full desciption!)
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You know mine doesn't have a hard top? Don't know if that will have any bearing on your decision. I'll draft a full spec for you and email it tonight when I'm at home :) I'll send it to your gmail account. Just some points for you to think about too - the MOT is in September this year, and I'd recommend an alfa specialist do it (they're more sympathetic) but Not a main dealer - they take the piss. But I'll send info over to you later :)