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[liadnan]

Yes, from the people who brought you "God I'm bored" and "Really bored now", it's time for a new blockbuster, "What I did this weekend"...
Friday night.. buggerall. And Buffy's finished, so there wasn't even any good excuse for staying in. I so badly need to not be single anymore.
Saturday, went to Borough Market briefly, then to a street party type thing in Soho. Which was fab actually. Managed to get sunburnt, but I tend to count that as a plus.
At some point in the afternoon I found myself sitting on the next table to Chris Evans and Billie, who were singing along to "Lambeth Walk" and similar. No. I wasn't doing the same. Honest.
Anyway, I live in Primrose Hill and see celebs who haven't fallen to the Z list all the time (well, Jude Law mainly), so it was more amusing than anything else...
Wandered back home and called in at the local fair-type-thing before heading back down to Camden for Joff's birthday. And here a bizarre thing happened, for a friend of Joff's turned out to be someone I had been quite good friends with in my dim and distant schooldays, but hadn't seen for at least 12 years.
Never quite sure how to deal with this kind of encounter...
Discussed plans for The Novel with Joff. Decided that we couldn't face doing anything else with it at present and would wait and see what the agent has to say or manages to do with it. Getting an agent is something of a triumph in itself these days, particularly getting a good one, but if I'm being honest I have to admit that the fact she is one of my closest friends from UCL quite possibly has something to do with it...
Sunday was theoretically set aside for tidying the flat, as is traditional. As is traditional, it didn't get done. My excuse was that it would be positively immoral to waste a fantastically hot weekend by springcleaning, so I sauntered up the hill and finished The Master and Margarita, then went on to Instances of the Number 3.
And thus passed Sunday. With the aid, later, of 24 and Six Feet Under.
The result was that this morning I woke up with the realisation that I hadn't done loads of practical things I had meant to... so I took the morning off to do them. After leisurely breakfast in the creperie type place...
I do like being self-employed.

Am pissed off with bank, they are pissing me around. Not financially so, more in a kind of customer service and lack thereof kind of way. Am seriously considering telling the person I shall go and see tomorrow that I plan to take my overdraft elsewhere.

Just been reading over old entries... you know, I do have thoughts about things of substance. Sometimes. Honest. Just don't get around to actually writing them very often...

Memo to self: just for once I will actually get home in time for Angel tonight.

Comments

[qkellie.livejournal.com]

I so badly need to not be single anymore.

God, do I ever feel your pain on that one...

[liadnan]

It's all in the timing.. being in the right place geographically and mentally at the right time I mean, a la _Sliding Doors_. And somehow I seem to have screwed that one up. Heigh ho. I'll live.
Could certainly do without Friday nights in alone with next door's cat though.

[qkellie.livejournal.com]

Ah, Sliding Doors, good flick.

My Friday nights are usually spent listening to my next door neighbors "get busy," which is all kinds of depressing. *sigh*

[liadnan]

Dearie me. I am never sure if it's my next door neighbours making odd sounds or extremely loud pigeons. But it can be v.depressing, v.true, as I remember from a long time ago when I lived next to a very vocal girl.
_Sliding Doors_ I actually went to see with my Significant Ex, about a week after she became ex.. I seem to remember arguing all the way back to college about the conclusion with her.

[qkellie.livejournal.com]

Pretending it's merely pigeons is far less destructive to one's ego. ;)

[boondockeorla.livejournal.com]

how is the master and the margarita? worth a read?

[greyarea.livejournal.com]

Depends. A friend of mine once drunkenly confessed that he had started, erm "feeling himself" in a pleasurable way to the sound of next door having sex, and realised not long before things came to a conclusion that it was actually pigeons cooing. This wasn't so bad, it was his admission that he had finished off anyway which earned him (temporarily) such nicknames as "pigeon fancier" etc etc.

[etherealfionna.livejournal.com]

It must be hardwired into us to get aroused hearing other people have sex. Pretty good chances of getting reproduced, anyway, back when we lived in big caves and acted like someone out of a Jean Auel novel.

But it makes life as a single person in an apartment building frustrating at times.

[liadnan]

I liked it a lot... on first impression it reads like a drug fuelled dream, or nightmare. I'm fairly sure I didn't "get" the majority of the political satire on Russia under Stalin that drives it though.

[liadnan]

Are you still reading that drivel?
Is indeed a hazard of having a flat. But a bonus of same appears to be that I seem to have become de jure part owner of a cat...

[liadnan]

I think you may have told me that story before, and that subconsciously that's where the association with pigeons comes in.
On a slightly different point, does this somewhat disturbing story come from that great institution, your school?

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[greyarea.livejournal.com]

What, you mean where we we desperate enough to *have* to pleasure ourselves to the cooing of birds?

Actually, no it was a friend in Notts who was the guilty party.

[etherealfionna.livejournal.com]

I only just saw this comment - of *course* I'm not reading Jean Auel crap any more! Good God man, what do you think I am???

It just had an influence on me. Not a very good one.

[liadnan]

Well, I was slightly taken abac k.. but I know people who are.