May 22nd, 2006

SB - Betty - Oh you!


Quite a nice, quiet one, really.

Friday night was spent watching a few episodes of Red Dwarf, as we decided to start watching them all a week or so ago. Currently up to series 5, I think, as we got to "Terrorform" last night, and halfway through "Holoship".

On Saturday we finished our third Scrabble Tournament (which I lost, again) and then went into town to see The Da Vinci Code. Before then, we played some pool and lost some money in the ItBox.

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In short, I enjoyed it. A lot of people will probably complain that it's too slow, but I happen to like slow films; that's exactly the reason I loved De-Lovely, because it was slow-paced, quiet and subdued. But when most of modern Hollywood is perpetuated by sex, violence, explosions and special effects, it's hardly surprising that The Da Vinci Code seems 'dull'.

So, after the film, we decided to stay in town for a bit and headed off towards the Wellington, because it was more entertaining than most of Broad Street. We ended up instead at The Bright (I think that's what it's called - it's on John Bright Street near Spearmint Rhino - because it's always empty. It's like a local pub in the middle of town. And they do Coke in glass bottles. Yay.

Tiredness forced me home, after a stop off to buy Cherry Lambrini and some rose at the nearest off-licence. We got home, and then watched some more 'Dwarf and the final half an hour of Saw (which happened to be on after the video finished).

Sunday was spent indoors playing Scrabble and that's about it. David cooked a lovely garlic-infused lamb joint for dinner (which was gorgeous) and then we decided, at 9.00pm, to watch Moulin Rouge!, forgetting that it was just under 2 hours long. As a result, we left mine at 11.00, convinced there was a 126 at that time, only to discover the last one on a Sunday is at 10.48. Bugger. So we started walking to Bearwood, with a feeble hope of getting the last 11A at about 11.35... no such luck, but we made it to Chiquito's at about 11.30 and phoned a taxi. Which only cost £8.50, which was a nice surprise, and I attribute this to the fact that we had to direct the driver most of the way so he was probably confused.

I'm meant to be seeing Tina later to discuss my concerns about the potential CPA job, and then I have my interview tomorrow. Joy.

Next weekend is Birmingham's Gay Pride weekend. Paul and I will be mostly spending it in the Wellington, and people are free to join us if they so please. We'll be there on Friday night, Saturday night (post-parade, which we'll be following) and Monday night, for Vanilla's shows. God bless Council Tuesdays. ;)

Right. Lunchtime.
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SB - Max - Oy


Okay, where's the summer gone?  Bloody Britain.  We get a week of swelteringly hot sunshine and then two more of rain.  I don't mind the rain so much, but was it really necessary to be absolutely fucking freezing this afternoon while I was waiting for my bus?  Essentially, I was hot and sticky and uncomfortable for my work-based assessment, and am probably going to be cold and damp and equally uncomfortable for my interview tomorrow.  YAY.

And here's another thing: I get the train home these days because it's meant to be quicker.  Therefore, it should not take me one and a quarter hours to do so, when half an hour of that is spent waiting for a bus that was meant to turn up 25 minutes ago.  I really can't wait til we move into the flat and I don't have to do that journey every day.  Yay, number 50 bus.

Luckily, no random gawping idiots in cars today.  Just f'tards who try to splash me with kerbside puddles.  Yes, again.  Bastards.  Bet he was really pissed off when his moving target took a sharp right into the cemetery...

I'm exhausted.  Quite glad I don't have to wake up early tomorrow (interview's not until 10.15) and very, very glad I booked Friday off as flex - not only does it give me a 6-day weekend (woo!), but it means I can get some energy-conservation time before the insane weekend ahead.

On the plus side, Paul just rang to tell me that Jenny told him our moving date will probably definitely be mid-June.  Which, yay.  But also not, as it'll fall slap bang in the middle of when my mum and David are on holiday.  At the very least, Paul will have to move in and I'll have to stay here and house-sit...
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