Somehow I've ended up with lots to write about without having really done very much at all. I think this is because the computer is in the coldest part of the house and it's too expensive to run an electric heater near it (as well as a lack of plugs) so I've not felt particularly inclined to sit there and write LJ entries... I shall cut where possible, as this is fairly rambling.
So. Perhaps the most interesting and bizarre incident was not being able to sing in the concert on Saturday (which may be as well, since I was too full of germs to try and learn Zadok the Priest anyway) and ending up going to see it instead with Paul and his mum. Since I wasn't in it, my mum and David didn't particularly want to go, so at the very least I got to sit in the audience and be critical. It was quite odd - I think our lack of confidence in the Charpentier piece (Te Deum) and Purcell's Sing Unto The Lord was quite obvious, but it might just be that the acoustics in the Town Hall are very different to Symphony Hall, or the fact that I was in the second row and didn't get the full effect.
The four soloists were pretty good, though, and Zadok was frelling amazing (hence why I wanted to sing it). It makes a world of difference when you can't hide behind your music, and when you know the piece well, and it was a very good ending to the concert... Also, the new outfits look much better; a less garish turquoise, and now the women don't look like large aqua-coloured marshmallows...
So that was quite strange. Hopefully on Tuesday I should be able to pick up my Tewkesbury CD also, so watch this space for an MP3 of us performing. :D
We went to the Briar Rose for a drink afterwards, where we ran into herringprincess, who was out with Trev and Dave and some other people I didn't recognise... Then we walked Paul's mum to a bus stop and went to Wagamama for food, because it was quick and cheapish (although realised upon getting there that I'd forgotten not only my debit card but my bus pass... I had £7.00 on me to pay for most of my half of the food, and Paul scraped together enough change to get us both home... The perils of changing bags and getting taxis.)
Upon getting home we rented Tales from the Dark Side from the On Demand service, and watched the first three quarters (with the rest yesterday). I saw this movie when I was about 10 or 11 and still remembered the majority of it. "Cat From Hell" is quite possibly the most horrendously awful movie-within-a-movie ever, although "Lot 249" comes a close second. The third one about the gargoyle seems quite intelligent by comparison, although it did fail to sustain any logic with its concept.
If you've never seen Tales from the Dark Side, I recommend it... the fact that I remembered most of it from childhood (and also that it didn't scar me for life) says something, I think. It's so bad it's almost good.
During my week off I have been watching the very worst of housewife television, from This Morning (with Phil and Fern), through Loose Women and a double bill of The Jeremy Kyle Show. I like Jeremy Kyle. He consistently shouts what I think on a regular basis, namely: stop making babies if you can't or won't look after them. I imagine he's also thinking he could just have everyone sterilised and be done with it, and you just know these families are one step away from Social Services...
So that's been quite entertaining, in a sort of horrific, "I can't believe I'm even watching this dren" kind of way...
Also... I have partly succumbed to I'm A Celebrity by virtue of Cerys Matthews, Anna Ryder-Richardson, Janice Dickinson being regularly tortured (quite deservedly) and Christopher Biggins. BIGGINS FTW! And Cerys if not!
In other news, we will be getting a new oven soon. Well, I say "new", I mean "my mum's old one". Paul rang Trevor to check it was okay to get rid of the one we've already got (which is in dire need of cleaning and tilts both backwards and to one side... and also, the grill element is loose on the one side so it always burns the sausages), and it's fine, so we are inheriting my mum's old oven. Whee, fan-assisted! The only problem will be compensating for the two hot-plates, because they take ages to cool down... But it'll be nice to have an oven that doesn't take half an hour to heat up.
And finally - it's frelling freezing. I spent most of yesterday completely holed up in the living room (with an OMG-uber-dramatic 'Stenders) with the fire on and the curtains shut in an attempt to remain warm, and subsequently, when I went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner (a very yummy pork joint from Sainsbury's), was very surprised to find the world had turned white.
It's a strange thing, being in gainful employment, when it snows. Because there's part of me that thinks "YAY! SNOW!" and another part which thinks, with equal integrity, "Shit, it's going to be impossible to get to work..." Mostly I try to suppress my inner grown up and let the bouncing three-year-old run rampant, but there's also another, even more grown-up bit which puts its hands on its metaphorical hips and quite firmly states "You're not going outside in THAT, you've got a cold", thus suppressing the desire to go out and build a snowman. Ah well.
Still, the early appearance of snow (might we dare to wish for a white Christmas?) is more than enough to warrant my Kim Boggs icon, and Monday is my early day so if there is any more snow I should hopefully beat the worst of the traffic...
I do believe that's everything.