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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.
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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] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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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