January 2nd, 2007

Edward - snow

Christmas 2006.

See, usually I'd have full internet access and be able to update on the various Christmas goings-on as they happen, but for now you'll have to make do with the whole thing in one fell swoop, as 'twere. I will try to put as much as possible under cuts.

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So, mostly a fun night except for the ending. My sincerest apologies for being a big drama queen at the end of the night. All of the Christmas stress had finally caught up with me.

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Christmas Eve was punctuated by last-minute present-shopping/wrapping, and various family members coming over in the evening. Collapse )

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Christmas telly this year has been brilliant, and all of it on terrestrial. I still have about six hours' worth of tapes to get through, and obviously there was the obligatory Christmas Eastenders. Apparently 11 million people tuned in to watch Pauline Fowler kick the bucket, and I bet all of them were glad to see the back of her. There was no possible way the writers could have redeemed her, as they'd managed to write her into a corner of bitterness from which there was no escape. The Vicar of Dibley was also very cool. The only downside was that Sky One moved Hogfather from 6.00pm to 1.00pm without telling anyone (or, specifically, without telling Radio Times) so I managed to miss it. :(

I also watched Perfect Parents, an extremely bizarre one-off drama starring Christopher Eccleston about a couple who pretend to be Catholics in order to get their daughter into a local Catholic school. It started off fairly plausible and then veered off into the insane, but was watchable nonetheless. I was only watching because the idea behind the story was personally familiar - parents who will lie and cheat in order to get their children into decent schools. Some have been known to measure the distance from their front door to the school gates to prove they live within the catchment area; in my case I had to pretend I lived in Hall Green with an imaginery godfather who I'd never met in real life. ;) At least until second year, when they changed the rules and allowed girls in who came under 'West Midlands', rather than just 'Birmingham'. (And I now find it highly unfair that Sutton Coldfield comes under Birmingham when by rights it should really be West Midlands as well...)

Anyway, yes. The rest of the week was spent lounging around and buying heaters, which took three hours longer than it should have done due to the Argos in Kings Heath being shut and the big one in Birmingham being ridiculously busy.

We also went to see Night at the Museum on Friday afternoon, which was highly enjoyable, if completely implausible. I wasn't really expecting anything very intelligent from a PG film anyway, and enjoyed it for the cameos and special effects more than anything else. And the monkey slapping.

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And today I'm back at work. During my time off I also went on a little adventure to the local post depot to get my new printer cartridges, only to discover that the colour printhead is completely buggered and clogged up with ink. I tried cleaning it both through the PC and manually with a cotton bud, but to no avail. I suspect this is from when my red ink was leaking. It's surprising it's lasted this long, having been transported to and from university so many times. I have ordered another printhead at £36.00 from the Cartridge People, but if that doesn't work I'll just have to get a new bloody printer, which will probably, these days, require more RAM than I actually have. Annoying, really.

So, I shall sign off this entry and get back to doing some work, I suppose...
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