… I finally seem to have run out of things to say.
I’ve been away for the weekend in Other Northern City with some old school friends. Well, I say, ‘old school friends’, I never went to their school but I have known them all for years now.
Lovely weekend all round really. JC turned 21 and we all went out and it is possible that I got extremely drunk. Word to the wise: iPhones, with their easy access to the internet including facebook and email, as well as texting and calling capabilities, and decidedly not-drunk-friendly keyboard, are a very bad plan. Sorry about that. Doubtless one day I will go for a hilarious drunken blog entry – although that said this was the first time I had got truly drunk since the summer and I now remember precisely why that’s the case.
And then two long lazy hangover days where we wandered round Other Northern City, which is picturesque, and had lunch at a cellar bar where they don’t give you tapwater for free. I now know that it isn’t a legal requirement, but, well, so? They were going to charge me £1.40 for a glass of water that they had run through their filter pump. Last time I was refused a free glass of tapwater I believe I got thrown out of the tea shop I was in at the time; this time I just very crisply and pointedly ordered something else instead and didn’t tip. See? Me being all mature and assertive? Yes?
The next morning JC and everyone else gave me lots of worthwhile career advice, concluding that it looks like I think everyone is stupid and I should probably try and get a degree so that I can be put in a lab on my own where I shan’t be able to offend anyone.
And we also watched a lot of daytime telly, Marry, Snog, Avoid being a particular favourite. How did I not know about the great wealth of awful things there are on the telly before it gets dark? I think my synapses actually went on strike during Take Me Out; so it was no wonder that at dinner last night I practically fell asleep despite being in what seriously looks like it might be the ale Mecca of my city. A rather good roast, millions and millions of bottles of local ales, and cocktail offers after eight. By this point I was so tired that I was quite happy just to sit and eat and listen to my housemates being hilarious.
Anyway, this entry honestly reads as if its in translation. What doesn’t help is that whenever I type apostrophes I end up typing a search query into some kind of Quicklinks box or something at the bottom, so I’m having to miss them all out and then put them all in using spell check which obviously doesn’t work for its, so I’m sorry about that. No idea what I can do about that.
Anyway. Im not dead. Just semi-literate; and hopefully I will be back to being my usual scintillating self soon.