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liadnanIt appears I am to assist in writing a book. Not, sadly, the magnum opus Do Me A Favour, which is already (co-)written in any event, nor one of my other vague ideas, but a work with a provisional title that fills me with despondency and despair. I think we shall have to include a warning to the effect that before opening it certain preparation must be undergone. Along the lines of acquiring the ability to spontaneously regrow the limbs one will inevitably have to chew off to avoid terminal boredom.
Heigh ho. Actually, it might be quite fun.
In other news, the weekend was fun. Friday evening: a couple of people in Chambers have serious wine cellars and for no particular reason bottles were brought in, so my attempts to get something finished before the weekend were somewhat hampered, though I managed. Then drinks with Clanwilliam including discussion of the sp on the next Pope (see here: I think it's a fair question though some may consider it on the grey edges of what is in good taste).
I've already mentioned the tube/shopping fiasco.. Saturday much drinking at various times and places. Thanks to all those who made it in the evening, shame y'all couldn't be there. Sunday there was a bloody mary or two...
Sunday evening, somewhat the worse for wear, I sat in my cold flat and watched Derren Brown not blow his brains out.
My thoughts on this had been scepticism over how genuine it was, alternating with "what an idiot", with a side order of "how legal is Channel 4 in showing this". But it was gripping, and the results of his testing of the candidates for loading was incredibly impressive. I'm inclined to think it was all genuine: what I'm not sure of is whether, when he fired number 5 at the wall, he really thought it was the bullet. At the time I was convinced he had been certain it was, and that he was then, having found it wasn't, sitting there thinking "shitshitshitshitshouldIbalenow". I suppose he may have merely not been sure whether it was the live round or not, but I'd assumed if he wasn't completely sure where it was he'd not go ahead. What gives me pause is that he started on 3, which you'd expect him to do if he knew it was in 2, as indeed it was...
[Eta: it seems I counted wrong and it was actually 1 that was live, so ignore that bit.]
That probably doesn't make sense, least of all to those who didn't see it, but I'm tired.
Whatever. I don't think it was a setup. And by the end, I confess my heart rate was well up and I needed a couple of cigarettes to restore myself.
31 years on this planet tomorrow. Bah humbug.
I've just been looking at an inflation table. Did you know you'd need more than 3 quid, now, to buy what 1 would buy you then, and that was after the main period of hyperinflation?
The policemen are getting younger too. Vote Conservative, I'm worried about my pension. And modern music is crap.
Ho hum. Drinks with Fiona tonight, dinner with a couple of people tomorrow. What a glittering social whirl my life is.
Heigh ho. Actually, it might be quite fun.
In other news, the weekend was fun. Friday evening: a couple of people in Chambers have serious wine cellars and for no particular reason bottles were brought in, so my attempts to get something finished before the weekend were somewhat hampered, though I managed. Then drinks with Clanwilliam including discussion of the sp on the next Pope (see here: I think it's a fair question though some may consider it on the grey edges of what is in good taste).
I've already mentioned the tube/shopping fiasco.. Saturday much drinking at various times and places. Thanks to all those who made it in the evening, shame y'all couldn't be there. Sunday there was a bloody mary or two...
Sunday evening, somewhat the worse for wear, I sat in my cold flat and watched Derren Brown not blow his brains out.
My thoughts on this had been scepticism over how genuine it was, alternating with "what an idiot", with a side order of "how legal is Channel 4 in showing this". But it was gripping, and the results of his testing of the candidates for loading was incredibly impressive. I'm inclined to think it was all genuine: what I'm not sure of is whether, when he fired number 5 at the wall, he really thought it was the bullet. At the time I was convinced he had been certain it was, and that he was then, having found it wasn't, sitting there thinking "shitshitshitshitshouldIbalenow". I suppose he may have merely not been sure whether it was the live round or not, but I'd assumed if he wasn't completely sure where it was he'd not go ahead. What gives me pause is that he started on 3, which you'd expect him to do if he knew it was in 2, as indeed it was...
[Eta: it seems I counted wrong and it was actually 1 that was live, so ignore that bit.]
That probably doesn't make sense, least of all to those who didn't see it, but I'm tired.
Whatever. I don't think it was a setup. And by the end, I confess my heart rate was well up and I needed a couple of cigarettes to restore myself.
31 years on this planet tomorrow. Bah humbug.
I've just been looking at an inflation table. Did you know you'd need more than 3 quid, now, to buy what 1 would buy you then, and that was after the main period of hyperinflation?
The policemen are getting younger too. Vote Conservative, I'm worried about my pension. And modern music is crap.
Ho hum. Drinks with Fiona tonight, dinner with a couple of people tomorrow. What a glittering social whirl my life is.
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Date: 2003-10-07 05:59 am (UTC)i went to that darren read your mind site where you take tests which are suppose to "mysteriously" get right according to what he says - i got none right, so, i am not impressed by him...i figure...he can only read brits minds :)
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