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Sunday, January 11th, 2009Over and done with
Thursday, January 1st, 2009Well, Christmas came and went and it was alright really, if a little busy with people and purchases and the such.
Amongst other things I got stripy zebra cow pants, tomes of Judge Dredd, pink fluffy slippers, jelly beans, and a turquoise, skinny-fit, sequined Rebok girl’s t-shirt. Hmmm. Oh, and Pete got a bread maker.
We went to Alan’s and played Formula D and felt immensely geeky. Rosie turned up and we drank beer and ate chocolate. Lizzy wandered over and gave us a pooing penguin. We spent a day in Sheffield and did the family-thing and made my mother happy. It did involve getting fed another turkey dinner though so it wasn’t all bad. And Pete’s dad came down and took us for a meal.
And in between all this we did a spot of shopping. And now, finally, we’ve got carpets. Huzzah! They’re wonderful. No more clunky floorboards, no more howling gales, no more clumping elephant noises as Pete walks around upstairs. Just warm, cushiony goodness. And rather an excess of fluff.
And also rather an excess of off-cuts. So if anyone’s in the market for a bit of stuff to put in their boot, or stick in the shed or something, please see me.
Rock God (Medium)
Monday, December 22nd, 2008We set off a flea bomb in our house on Sunday and had to evacuate the house for a couple of hours. So we went to visit Darren. He’s fine, thanks. We sort of turned Rock Band on for a bit. And then a bit turned into a couple of hours. And then a couple of hours turned into four or five.
It was, potentially, quite a waste of a day. My wrists hurt and I didn’t get to see much actual daylight. But on the plus side I’m on the cusp of moving up to Hard, at least on bass (which is the easiest instrument after the triangle). I also learnt the valuable lesson that singing in front of your ‘friends’ is not a fun thing to do.
We’re unsure one way or the other, by the way, about whether the fleas managed to survive the bomb. The boys certainly did. We locked them both out before we left and came home to find that they’d brutally head-butted their way back through the locked cat flap and were very disappointed in us for thinking that they were so easily led.
Leeds
Monday, December 8th, 2008Despite Alby’s loveliness (and chocolate orange) and my mother’s commiserating “Nothing ever goes smoothly for you, does it?”, or my father’s reassurance that “it’s just the rich tapestry of life” (bloody Buddhists) I needed cheering up on Saturday so although I didn’t really feel like it, and the bathroom mirror told a horrifying tale first thing in the morning, we packed into Alan’s car and headed oop north. It was cold and the closest car park was closed. And the first sports hall we went to was empty. And there were no doughnuts and no coffee (although we were prepared for that). But the new sports hall was big and there was a ^Tom_ there sporting silly hair, and a Greg who wasn’t quite dead yet, and a Lufbra Graham who was out of hospital and it was all quite nice really.
Alby and I pwned our 8 club target of 30 catches each (32-get in, y’bitch) almost immediately and got Darren to take some proper photos of us being amazing for the purposes of tinkering with at a later date. And then for the rest of the day we were spectacular at 7 club ultimates. After only a year of bitching and sniping at each other for not doing it well enough we’ve got to the point where we can legitimately start counting catches (13).
Of note over the course of the day:
- ^Tom_ pushing a girl out of her wheelchair
- ^Tom_ falling over backwards in a wheelchair
- Sausages and marshmallows from the German market down the road
- Descending, en masse, upon Wagamama
- The cute waiter at Wagamama
- Laughing about Ewan being a fat bleb and then feeling bad that Ewan thinks he’s a fat bleb
- Cute dogs and their “prominent ass-holes”
I think the day would have been better for everyone if we’d just given up and gone home after Wagamama. But fair play to the Leeds lot for trying. Never mind, eh?