my audio-typing headphones are WELL weird. they appear to make more noise if i put them *on* my ears, rather than *in* my ears. music directly through my bone, perhaps. you may have gathered i'm not audio typing. no, i'm doing my supertramp
homework. well, it's another nobody-in-the-office day, so i can't really hide in my filing room just in case
the phone rings. sssh.
ooh, any recommendations for vaguely posh 'treaty' restaurants for a bunch of croydon reprobates? centralish? not too fussy, one COMPLETELY RUBBISH vegetarian who apparently likes chicken and bacon. the (extended) sibs (plus partners) and i feel like rampaging (sedately) around town.
last night i went to a pub, to say a brief hello to (temporarily in the country) verlaine
, have my first CCP in a long time, and bounce around so much in an overexcited fashion with slater joy that even strange old men at the bar were commenting on it. oh dear. i'm a small child when it comes to certain things. and never really able to hide my emotions. what you see is what you get, even if it is ridiculously annoying, sorry!
anyway, yes, more importantly last night i
stalked my second husband (to be)
went to see swimming with sharks
at the vaudeville theatre, starring mr s as buddy ackerman. now, (despite barrysarll
's best efforts) i have never seen the actual film, so didn't really know what to expect. slater isn't really stretched, playing a hollywood hot shot that shouts a lot, but you know, he's very good at what he does, and if it ain't broke, why fix it? i must admit, i am *always* mesmerised by his charisma.
i didn't realise it would be so funny, so a pleasant surprise to sit and chuckle throughout. they've clearly updated reference points and stuff, i'm sure paris hilton wouldn't be mentioned in the original. the second half was less good, but i suppose there's a lot more you can do on film rather than on stage.
my seats were EXCELLENT, i didn't need my glasses. Best Present i have EVER given myself, i think.
vaguely considered heading back to the pub afterwards, it being only 10pm, as it was i was home and scrabbling before 11, in bed by half past, having had only a pint and a half all evening.
so why is it this morning i felt like death and almost overslept my tube stop, hmmm?