Oops, it's been a long time again, oh dear, what an upset, etc.
Three occasions coming up soon: Fathers' Day1, Alice's birthday and Stephen's birthday. June is always such a busy time of year, what with their birthdays always being on the same date and everything. Pretty chuffed with myself because I thought to get cards and presents about a month ago so that I wouldn't have the standard panic around today.
This reminds me (because the thing I got for Alice came from it) that I went to the London International Music Show last Saturday, which was very hinteresting and henjoyable. As well as all the guitar/drum/keyboard/amplifier demonstrations throughout the day, there were a few live acts including Jan Akkerman of Focus and Nicko McBrain of Iron Maiden. Hurray! Both were very good, as was the band playing with Nicko and the other guitarist with Jan, Gareth Pearson, was excellent, I thought. Plenty of stalls around too with various themes to them, one of which was completely centred around plectrums. Got a highly amusing coaster in the shape of a plectrum with "Take your pick" written on it - har har har!
Been thinking about stuff I'm going to need to buy soon for university, which has resulted in several miniature heart-attacks and a light stroke. I'm not sure why I ever thought I'd be able to afford it ... in fact, I'm not sure I ever did think that; I think I just went ahead and applied for accommodation in a bizarrely cheerful devil-may-care mood. I've not exactly saved up a fortune, although I'm not broke either, and I keep thinking of things I have to spend money on. All I can say is it had better be bloody worth it, bugger the thing.
That's about it for another eventful month-and-a-half, I think. Oh, been a couple of times to see the Scat Pack's improv show, Lights! Camera! Improvise!, and that was very good indeed. Going again in July, I think. Got my driving test next week (yipe!) and not before time, I can tell you. Keeping the preverbial digits in perpendicular overlap, so to speak.
Not drinking any less tea, either, but possibly drinking more beer. Wahey! Time for one or the other now - whichever's easier to fetch.
1Insert lengthy discussion regarding the placement of that apostrophe.
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Friday, 8 May 2009
Prophecy
Since I last made some scribblings on here, the fridge has got dramatically worse and then completely better again. Dad put a thermometer in there to see what was happening with the temperature and, one day, I noticed it said something like "1.4 degrees", then ten minutes later it said "-0.6" and a selection of items was frozen. But now it's all back to normal and nothing has been frozen for days. Drives you up the wall a bit, really.
Been doing a number of things recently that seem to be towards us moving house, which I think we might well be doing, probably in a year's time or so. Possibly. Perhaps. Maybe. We managed to make a huge difference in the garage, so now you can park the cars without needing a degree in Advanced Mechanics. Starting on the loft now, which is a project wrapped in a mission encased in an expedition. Bit by bit, though, perhaps we can actually make it tidy in there...
... DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I remembered the other day that this year is full of big anniversaries of things. We've had my dad's fiftieth already, but still to come is a big do by some of our friends, which is a joint party for about three different things. Later this year is mum and dad's twenty-fifth Wedding Anniversary, and my own twenty-first birthday, by Jove. It's even forty years since the moon landing in July.
Also, other friends of ours, who are brothers, are having a joint birthday bash, because they're ten years apart (their ages, not the parties), one being sixty and the other being fifty. The funny thing is, I can remember quite well going to a big party ten years ago where they were fifty and forty years old and it's amazing to think it's here again. I remember we chased Eric around the car park there for some reason and set off a car alarm. I wonder if in ten years' time we'll be doing it all again for their seventieth and sixtieth...
Ah, life. Wish I could say something prophetic and memorable about it, really, but I can't, because there it is, sort of thing. You just have to trundle along, drinking plenty of tea and making what you will of the best of it as it comes each day to the fullest, or something like that. And, at the end of the day ... you know ... know what I mean?
Been doing a number of things recently that seem to be towards us moving house, which I think we might well be doing, probably in a year's time or so. Possibly. Perhaps. Maybe. We managed to make a huge difference in the garage, so now you can park the cars without needing a degree in Advanced Mechanics. Starting on the loft now, which is a project wrapped in a mission encased in an expedition. Bit by bit, though, perhaps we can actually make it tidy in there...
... DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I remembered the other day that this year is full of big anniversaries of things. We've had my dad's fiftieth already, but still to come is a big do by some of our friends, which is a joint party for about three different things. Later this year is mum and dad's twenty-fifth Wedding Anniversary, and my own twenty-first birthday, by Jove. It's even forty years since the moon landing in July.
Also, other friends of ours, who are brothers, are having a joint birthday bash, because they're ten years apart (their ages, not the parties), one being sixty and the other being fifty. The funny thing is, I can remember quite well going to a big party ten years ago where they were fifty and forty years old and it's amazing to think it's here again. I remember we chased Eric around the car park there for some reason and set off a car alarm. I wonder if in ten years' time we'll be doing it all again for their seventieth and sixtieth...
Ah, life. Wish I could say something prophetic and memorable about it, really, but I can't, because there it is, sort of thing. You just have to trundle along, drinking plenty of tea and making what you will of the best of it as it comes each day to the fullest, or something like that. And, at the end of the day ... you know ... know what I mean?
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Spring 2
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the Sun and, as a result, they're puffing up to the size of digestive biscuits and are exceedingly itchy. Nose is the same, running like mad and itching to buggery. Be jubilant, my foot: I really hate this time of year. It's nice to have lighter evenings and it's nice to sit outside and read or something, but it's not worth it for all the hay fever sufferers out there!
Having said that, I do have this odd contraption I bought from the chemist1 that's supposed to help with hay fever and other allergies. Basically, it has two small "nasal probes" (that look like electrodes) that go up your nose - where else? - and loose some sort of fateful lighting up there. Apparently the "red light therapy" works by preventing certain cells from releasing histamine, which isn't meant to get released and causes the symptoms of hay fever when it does. I've used it a couple of times and I think it works, but I need to keep doing it twice a day to see the full effects. Fingers crossed, eh?
Talking of reading, though, I've taken to staying up fairly late recently, reading the Count of Monte Cristo by the dim and flaring lamps. It's getting really good, although when I look at where my bookmark is I don't seem to be advancing through it at all. I recommend it, though, if I haven't all ready, to anyone with a few months to spare.
The last week has seen an old problem coming back to haunt us: the fridge - where the grapes and broth are stored2 - has been freezing the stuff inside again. But, naturally, it doesn't freeze everything in there; oh no, that would be far too simple a problem to solve. It freezes one carton of milk, but not the other ones; it freezes one bottle of coke, but not the other. In short, there's something wrong with it, but its too inconsistent for us to know what. It also doesn't matter that much, because it's fixed itself like it did before, but I expect it'll have another wave of it in a few months' time.
As for myself, everything appears to be in working order, even though I do barely any work, if you see what I mean, a-har-har-har. As I said before, I'm really starting to look forward to university now and finding it a bit harder to fill up all the time, but in truth I'm marching on3. Not long now. Perhaps I'll do a jigsaw while I wait.
1Very funny. Don't be so childish.
2I'm going to stop doing that now because it's silly.
3Sorry - I am silly.
Having said that, I do have this odd contraption I bought from the chemist1 that's supposed to help with hay fever and other allergies. Basically, it has two small "nasal probes" (that look like electrodes) that go up your nose - where else? - and loose some sort of fateful lighting up there. Apparently the "red light therapy" works by preventing certain cells from releasing histamine, which isn't meant to get released and causes the symptoms of hay fever when it does. I've used it a couple of times and I think it works, but I need to keep doing it twice a day to see the full effects. Fingers crossed, eh?
Talking of reading, though, I've taken to staying up fairly late recently, reading the Count of Monte Cristo by the dim and flaring lamps. It's getting really good, although when I look at where my bookmark is I don't seem to be advancing through it at all. I recommend it, though, if I haven't all ready, to anyone with a few months to spare.
The last week has seen an old problem coming back to haunt us: the fridge - where the grapes and broth are stored2 - has been freezing the stuff inside again. But, naturally, it doesn't freeze everything in there; oh no, that would be far too simple a problem to solve. It freezes one carton of milk, but not the other ones; it freezes one bottle of coke, but not the other. In short, there's something wrong with it, but its too inconsistent for us to know what. It also doesn't matter that much, because it's fixed itself like it did before, but I expect it'll have another wave of it in a few months' time.
As for myself, everything appears to be in working order, even though I do barely any work, if you see what I mean, a-har-har-har. As I said before, I'm really starting to look forward to university now and finding it a bit harder to fill up all the time, but in truth I'm marching on3. Not long now. Perhaps I'll do a jigsaw while I wait.
1Very funny. Don't be so childish.
2I'm going to stop doing that now because it's silly.
3Sorry - I am silly.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Rhythm
Mid-April.
Been keeping myself busy recently doing this, that and the other. Started having driving lessons again the other week and my instructor says that he'll be putting in for the test shortly to aim for around mid-June, so that's pretty good. It'll be nice to get that out of the way, even if I don't drive again for yonks afterwards, what with going to university and so on.
Ah, university! I've started looking forward to that more and more recently, as I realized that it's a lot closer than ... well, than I'd realized, sort of thing. I keep feeling like I ought to be doing more towards it, but now that the loan and accommodation applications are sorted I'm not sure what else there is at this stage. I suppose I could think about optional modules ... might do that in a bit.
Yesterday we all went up to London for the day, which was quite a nice change in routine, but also horrendous. I always find that with going into the city: there are a lot of interesting things to do, but the simple act of getting there is hair-raising, whether you walk, cycle, drive or catch a train. Talking of interesting things, though, we did go into the British Museum and had a look at the Parthenon stuff, as well as the Egyptian mummies and whatnot. There's this one showcase with a body in it lying on sand, which dates from around 3,400bc (the body, not the sand). The fascinating thing is that the body isn't just a skeleton, there's still skin on it and even hair on some parts of the head, because it was preserved for so long in the hot desert sand. Awesome, eh? And not just awesome as in new-haircut-awesome, I mean actually awesome as in makes you full of awe.
I suppose it goes to show the wide range of things that can inspire you with awe, because something I was equally impressed with was quite different indeed: when we had had dinner and were walking to the bus stop, there was this bloke playing the drums in the street along to another bloke playing guitar. Sound uninteresting? It would be, if it wasn't for the fact that this guy, a Rasta, was in a t-shirt and shorts at ten o'clock at night, playing the drums with a bunch of upturned buckets and a couple of glass jars. Not sure whether the effect was enhanced more by the buckets or the fact that he was Rasta, but it was fantastic nonetheless. The interesting thing about it was that everyone who went past, even if they didn't stop to listen or take photos as some people were, walked off with a smile on their face. To me, that's a reason far above any other for giving those musicians money, as I really think they cheered up a lot of people and even made the evening for some.
On another note entirely, I bought three David Crystal books in Foyle's bookshop and I don't know which to read first. Whichever it is, I'll be reading it alongside the Count of Monte Cristo, which I started recently and am really enjoying. So far I'm only on page 131 of about 1200, but I'll get there! I recommend it: it's a good read and well-translated, I think.
Soooooooo. Been playing a lot of D&D recently too what with Antony being back for Easter. It's been nice to see him again; now that he's at Bristol it's rare that he comes back. Funnily enough, though, we might soon end up closer to him than we are now: my parents (particularly my mum) have been thinking quite seriously about moving to Devon in the near future, perhaps within a year or so. Difficult to know what to think there. On the one hand, I'd love to, and I think each of us would be happier there for his or her own reasons, as well as the general fact that it's such a great place. Yet I can't help but think that there are a lot of things here it would be a shame to move away from, friends being at the top of the list (not just mine, but family friends as well). Having said that, it may well not make much difference to me at first, because I'll be up at Reading at university for a few years. Dartmoor would be a fantastic place to come back to in the holidays, though...
Weeeeeell, we'll have to see what happens there when it happens. We have been doing some things towards moving, though: last weekend me and dad painted the hall, turning it from a disgusting green and red situation into a nice blue one. It looks pretty good, if I do say so myself, which I do, since I did just then.
After typing quite fluently for a few minutes there I've suddenly run out of things to say, so I won't bother saying anyting else. At all.
Been keeping myself busy recently doing this, that and the other. Started having driving lessons again the other week and my instructor says that he'll be putting in for the test shortly to aim for around mid-June, so that's pretty good. It'll be nice to get that out of the way, even if I don't drive again for yonks afterwards, what with going to university and so on.
Ah, university! I've started looking forward to that more and more recently, as I realized that it's a lot closer than ... well, than I'd realized, sort of thing. I keep feeling like I ought to be doing more towards it, but now that the loan and accommodation applications are sorted I'm not sure what else there is at this stage. I suppose I could think about optional modules ... might do that in a bit.
Yesterday we all went up to London for the day, which was quite a nice change in routine, but also horrendous. I always find that with going into the city: there are a lot of interesting things to do, but the simple act of getting there is hair-raising, whether you walk, cycle, drive or catch a train. Talking of interesting things, though, we did go into the British Museum and had a look at the Parthenon stuff, as well as the Egyptian mummies and whatnot. There's this one showcase with a body in it lying on sand, which dates from around 3,400bc (the body, not the sand). The fascinating thing is that the body isn't just a skeleton, there's still skin on it and even hair on some parts of the head, because it was preserved for so long in the hot desert sand. Awesome, eh? And not just awesome as in new-haircut-awesome, I mean actually awesome as in makes you full of awe.
I suppose it goes to show the wide range of things that can inspire you with awe, because something I was equally impressed with was quite different indeed: when we had had dinner and were walking to the bus stop, there was this bloke playing the drums in the street along to another bloke playing guitar. Sound uninteresting? It would be, if it wasn't for the fact that this guy, a Rasta, was in a t-shirt and shorts at ten o'clock at night, playing the drums with a bunch of upturned buckets and a couple of glass jars. Not sure whether the effect was enhanced more by the buckets or the fact that he was Rasta, but it was fantastic nonetheless. The interesting thing about it was that everyone who went past, even if they didn't stop to listen or take photos as some people were, walked off with a smile on their face. To me, that's a reason far above any other for giving those musicians money, as I really think they cheered up a lot of people and even made the evening for some.
On another note entirely, I bought three David Crystal books in Foyle's bookshop and I don't know which to read first. Whichever it is, I'll be reading it alongside the Count of Monte Cristo, which I started recently and am really enjoying. So far I'm only on page 131 of about 1200, but I'll get there! I recommend it: it's a good read and well-translated, I think.
Soooooooo. Been playing a lot of D&D recently too what with Antony being back for Easter. It's been nice to see him again; now that he's at Bristol it's rare that he comes back. Funnily enough, though, we might soon end up closer to him than we are now: my parents (particularly my mum) have been thinking quite seriously about moving to Devon in the near future, perhaps within a year or so. Difficult to know what to think there. On the one hand, I'd love to, and I think each of us would be happier there for his or her own reasons, as well as the general fact that it's such a great place. Yet I can't help but think that there are a lot of things here it would be a shame to move away from, friends being at the top of the list (not just mine, but family friends as well). Having said that, it may well not make much difference to me at first, because I'll be up at Reading at university for a few years. Dartmoor would be a fantastic place to come back to in the holidays, though...
Weeeeeell, we'll have to see what happens there when it happens. We have been doing some things towards moving, though: last weekend me and dad painted the hall, turning it from a disgusting green and red situation into a nice blue one. It looks pretty good, if I do say so myself, which I do, since I did just then.
After typing quite fluently for a few minutes there I've suddenly run out of things to say, so I won't bother saying anyting else. At all.
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Concord(e)
Here I am again, ho-hum.
Last Saturday was the big Kumalia concert and it was flippin' good. As far as I know everyone enjoyed it and we raised over £1200 for the charities Dreamflight and Christopher's Smile. I say "we", but I guess I'm the only member of the family who neither is in the band nor helped out with organizing in any way, aren't I? It's a bit like the "we" used by a football club manager when referring to how well the players did when he didn't do a bloody thing. Still, I did buy lots of raffle tickets, so it's not totally without contribution from me. And I would've done more if I could've. But I couldn't. So I didn't.
Anyway, it was a bloomin' good evening all round and, as I say, everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves, even the girl sitting listening to her iPod throughout the whole thing, because, even though the concert itself was clearly far too boring for someone as thoroughly interesting as her, at least she found something to do that was much more worth her while. And no hard feelings at all.
Dum-de-do, what else? Looking forward to this weekend, because dear ol' Antony's coming back from Bristol for Easter and we'll hopefully be fitting in many a D&D session with he as Special Guest Star. Should hopefully see him quite a lot aside from D&D too, as we'd be as well to make the most of it what with him being away so much. Good old Ant!
Also - that scratchcard I won a quid on? Took it back and bought another with it and won sod all. It did say that if I uncovered a little piggy bank symbol I could win the amount shown in the middle, which was £400. But no piggy bank. Ah well, perhaps it ensures some sort of essential balance in the universe, the absence of which could start a chain reaction that would obliterate all mankind in a sea of fiery doom. But I did lose a quid, so we're all right for now.
Nearly finished reading the Remorseful Day now and pondering over what to go for next. It is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.
Last Saturday was the big Kumalia concert and it was flippin' good. As far as I know everyone enjoyed it and we raised over £1200 for the charities Dreamflight and Christopher's Smile. I say "we", but I guess I'm the only member of the family who neither is in the band nor helped out with organizing in any way, aren't I? It's a bit like the "we" used by a football club manager when referring to how well the players did when he didn't do a bloody thing. Still, I did buy lots of raffle tickets, so it's not totally without contribution from me. And I would've done more if I could've. But I couldn't. So I didn't.
Anyway, it was a bloomin' good evening all round and, as I say, everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves, even the girl sitting listening to her iPod throughout the whole thing, because, even though the concert itself was clearly far too boring for someone as thoroughly interesting as her, at least she found something to do that was much more worth her while. And no hard feelings at all.
Dum-de-do, what else? Looking forward to this weekend, because dear ol' Antony's coming back from Bristol for Easter and we'll hopefully be fitting in many a D&D session with he as Special Guest Star. Should hopefully see him quite a lot aside from D&D too, as we'd be as well to make the most of it what with him being away so much. Good old Ant!
Also - that scratchcard I won a quid on? Took it back and bought another with it and won sod all. It did say that if I uncovered a little piggy bank symbol I could win the amount shown in the middle, which was £400. But no piggy bank. Ah well, perhaps it ensures some sort of essential balance in the universe, the absence of which could start a chain reaction that would obliterate all mankind in a sea of fiery doom. But I did lose a quid, so we're all right for now.
Nearly finished reading the Remorseful Day now and pondering over what to go for next. It is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.
Friday, 20 March 2009
Diversity?
Well, I didn't manage to raise any more than the twelve quid for Comic Relief, but fortunately it was mum who won the Celebrity Poster doodah and she said not to bother with her winnings, effectively doubling the donation. Twenty-four quid isn't bad, I suppose. Better than a bump on the noggin, anyway.
Talking of money and stuff, I bought a scratchcard yesterday for a pound and won a pound on it. Isn't life hilarious? Maybe I'll buy another and win fifty thousand this time.
Been back from Portmeirion for a bit now and just about recovering from the late nights, I think. It was a really good weekend, as usual, with lots of superb weather, during which we were indoors playing board games. Perfect! Met lots of ... intriguing people of all shapes and sizes, as well as possibly the Stupidest Woman in the Entire World. At a Mensa weekend. Again, life hilarious, etc.
Just finished Lords and Ladies, the fourteenth Discworld novel, and not sure what to read next. I started the next one, Men At Arms, but I don't know if I really want to read another one of those straight away. Also started the Remorseful Day, the last Inspector Morse novel, and I'm getting quite into that, but I have a list as long as my arm - no, longer - of things I'd like to read and I'm in danger of starting the whole lot at once in true Sherwood-Smith fashion. Fairly long sentence, that one just there.
Incidentally, have you ever noticed how most of my closing paragraphs start with the word "anyway" and finish off with some sort of mumbling about tea? Don't really know why that is. I mean, usually I get a cup of tea before I start a blog entry and drink it while I write, then want another afterwards. But the use of the word "anyway"? I suppose it smacks of moving-on-ness, a little bit like the way you always see the ship flying off into the distance at the end of an episode of Star Trek: Voyager to indicate that feeling of "Ah well, that's that for another episode, all done now, off they go carrying on towards the Alpha Quadrant". Quite effective, really.
Anyway, tea.
Talking of money and stuff, I bought a scratchcard yesterday for a pound and won a pound on it. Isn't life hilarious? Maybe I'll buy another and win fifty thousand this time.
Been back from Portmeirion for a bit now and just about recovering from the late nights, I think. It was a really good weekend, as usual, with lots of superb weather, during which we were indoors playing board games. Perfect! Met lots of ... intriguing people of all shapes and sizes, as well as possibly the Stupidest Woman in the Entire World. At a Mensa weekend. Again, life hilarious, etc.
Just finished Lords and Ladies, the fourteenth Discworld novel, and not sure what to read next. I started the next one, Men At Arms, but I don't know if I really want to read another one of those straight away. Also started the Remorseful Day, the last Inspector Morse novel, and I'm getting quite into that, but I have a list as long as my arm - no, longer - of things I'd like to read and I'm in danger of starting the whole lot at once in true Sherwood-Smith fashion. Fairly long sentence, that one just there.
Incidentally, have you ever noticed how most of my closing paragraphs start with the word "anyway" and finish off with some sort of mumbling about tea? Don't really know why that is. I mean, usually I get a cup of tea before I start a blog entry and drink it while I write, then want another afterwards. But the use of the word "anyway"? I suppose it smacks of moving-on-ness, a little bit like the way you always see the ship flying off into the distance at the end of an episode of Star Trek: Voyager to indicate that feeling of "Ah well, that's that for another episode, all done now, off they go carrying on towards the Alpha Quadrant". Quite effective, really.
Anyway, tea.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Relief
Ohoho, it's been a bit since the last one, hasn't it? Things have happened, and that's meant to be Things with a capital "T" to indicate a level of importance detectable only through this subtle literary technique, only it didn't show up properly because it was also at the start of the sentence.
For one thing, we went to Devon for a week - the day after, in fact, I posted my last blog wossname, but I forgot to mention it what with being too preoccupied with what had been previously, which is not a good thing to do, as we should know from the Buddha. Nevertheless, go we did and had a pretty good time of it. In a mad explosion of irony, we had far better weather for all of that week than we did at any point on our two-week holiday there last summer. Ah, England, the fun thou hast with thy climate.
Then what happened? Oh yeah: Dad's fiftieth birthday has been and gone and we had a big do to celebrate with all the family and friends. It was a good night; I didn't drink much, which was because I forgot to, what with talking to people all evening and trying to look younger than the son of a fifty-year-old.
Been trying to raise a bit of money for Comic Relief, with slightly disappointing results: I was doing one of those Celebrity Poster things you can send off for, but so far I've only got twelve quid out of a possible thirty. Still, it's twelve quid they wouldn't have had otherwise, isn't it? Plus, I'll be happy knowing I've done at least something; Comic Relief is something I support a great deal. Whoever came up with the idea1 of making people laugh AND raising money for charity is a complete genius.
Also, I've had some stuff through from Reading University telling me it's time to apply for accommodation and loans. The accommodation bit was OK - I just filled in the form and sent it off - but this Student Loan business is driving me mad, mainly because IT'S SO OVERLY FUCKING COMPLICATED, but also because I'm not going to get as much as I thought I was, which means more work later on. Ah well, stop being so lazy, Stanley.
Anyway, so that I don't make the same mistake twice, which is a terrible habit to get into (rather like one belonging to a monk that never washes, ho ho ho), and to keep our friend Buddha happy, here's what I'm doing tomorrow: I'm off to Portmeirion with Rowan et al. As usual I'm really looking forward to it and, also as usual, I've left all the Sorting Out (aforesaid literary technique in full swing) till today. Got to go up in the loft to get a bag and then find everything that needs to go in it. Ought to do that now, actually.
1Actually, it was Jane Tewson in conjunction with Richard Curtis. Well done, them!
For one thing, we went to Devon for a week - the day after, in fact, I posted my last blog wossname, but I forgot to mention it what with being too preoccupied with what had been previously, which is not a good thing to do, as we should know from the Buddha. Nevertheless, go we did and had a pretty good time of it. In a mad explosion of irony, we had far better weather for all of that week than we did at any point on our two-week holiday there last summer. Ah, England, the fun thou hast with thy climate.
Then what happened? Oh yeah: Dad's fiftieth birthday has been and gone and we had a big do to celebrate with all the family and friends. It was a good night; I didn't drink much, which was because I forgot to, what with talking to people all evening and trying to look younger than the son of a fifty-year-old.
Been trying to raise a bit of money for Comic Relief, with slightly disappointing results: I was doing one of those Celebrity Poster things you can send off for, but so far I've only got twelve quid out of a possible thirty. Still, it's twelve quid they wouldn't have had otherwise, isn't it? Plus, I'll be happy knowing I've done at least something; Comic Relief is something I support a great deal. Whoever came up with the idea1 of making people laugh AND raising money for charity is a complete genius.
Also, I've had some stuff through from Reading University telling me it's time to apply for accommodation and loans. The accommodation bit was OK - I just filled in the form and sent it off - but this Student Loan business is driving me mad, mainly because IT'S SO OVERLY FUCKING COMPLICATED, but also because I'm not going to get as much as I thought I was, which means more work later on. Ah well, stop being so lazy, Stanley.
Anyway, so that I don't make the same mistake twice, which is a terrible habit to get into (rather like one belonging to a monk that never washes, ho ho ho), and to keep our friend Buddha happy, here's what I'm doing tomorrow: I'm off to Portmeirion with Rowan et al. As usual I'm really looking forward to it and, also as usual, I've left all the Sorting Out (aforesaid literary technique in full swing) till today. Got to go up in the loft to get a bag and then find everything that needs to go in it. Ought to do that now, actually.
1Actually, it was Jane Tewson in conjunction with Richard Curtis. Well done, them!
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