Death From Above

I say may, because I met a man in the pub last night and I'm waiting for him to call me this morning and confirm that he's willing to take me out for the day.

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Actually, it's less exciting than that. Wending my wobbly way home from the comedy festival last night/this morning (Sarah Millican is HYSTERICALLY FILTHY in real life and I laughed so much I thought I was going to asphyxiate myself from lack of breathing) I was just considering my warm and cosy bed when I noticed the barman was having a smoke break in the doorway of the pub.

"Hullo!" Sayeth I, being in a somewhat merry mood despite the lateness of the hour.

"Hullo," replyeth he. "Your mate be inside, drinking cheerily. You should pop in and say hi."

"I should," thought I! (For I am nothing if not persuadable when tipsy). "Let me past and I shall do so forthwith."

The outcome of which was that there was the drinking of more beverages and it did come to pass that I was informed of the exciting news that my landlord was taking some relations to the Duncannon Military Festival (RE-ENACTMENT SQUEE) and there might be room in the car for a little one. Emboldened by my vodka consumption I ventured to enquire as to whether I could be cheeky and tag along for the fun.

Hence you find me. Slightly hungover and awaiting a phone call. With coffee. And slight trepidation.

*Does the flailing dance of datalicious data*

And it's awesome, because the data do not make a beautiful line and that is fantastic because I hated that experiment and I don't ever want to have to do it again.

The other data, the lovely data from the delightfully sensible experiment are currently making a beautiful line as we speak.

I has a happy. And an agonisingly sore shoulder. If the physio pokes you in the shoulder that stopped hurting because it had frozen up from all the pain and now it's unfrozen and ruddy agony, are you allowed to go back to the physio before the allotted three weeks are up and demand some "make-pain-go-away" treatment?

But it is the weekend. There is wine and Pizza and a food festival over the weekend topped off by supporting mates through a half-Marathon on Sunday. It's gonna be fun, folks! With small periods of envy about old friends getting to go here. JELUS.

ETA: Oh dear. Have just agreed to meet someone at the station at 4:10am to go hear the dawn-chorus at the nature reserve. Sometimes I think perhaps I take treehugging just a little too far.

SO MUCH WORK.

But it's ok. I'm getting my revenge on the world. The washing is on and tonight I'm gonna do nothing but drink red wine, watch Have I Got News For You and possibly write some Adele/Topher for biodamped because I am nice that way.

Tomorrow is pottering until the Eurovision party of mockage. No swearing though cos the kids will probably be staying up. And no over-raunchy comments. Cos I don't want to have to explain to a 6 year old what "grinding" is. Or some other salacious remark.

Oooh, and now there is a man under my sink. And not a bad looking man at that. Making all kinds of grunting noises. :D

Hero on the tele, glass of red in my hand and my Ardougne cloak hiding my "nefarious stealing activities from the guards and the storeholder"

I steal a cake. :D

St Patrick's Day in Ireland. Surprisingly mellow. Much Guinness was drunk. By me. Oh dear. But I did manage to get up and go to work today. Guinness 0 - TH Eleventy Million. I was surprisingly productive as well!

The parade was cool. Very local and community spirit etc. Apparently it's a St Paddy's Day tradition that it's always grey and cold, no matter where you are in the country. I have to say the weather fulfilled it's part exceedingly well yesterday. Brrrrrrrrrrr. That's my excuse for seeking refuge in the bar and I'm sticking to it.


Edited to add: THE IRISH ARE HAVING A CENSUS! THERE IS A FORM! I get to exist for posterity! Wooooooooooooooooooooooot!!!!

I'm afraid the entire country has wind. *snigger* Yes, I am still 12, deal with it.

:p

In my life as a mature adult I can inform you that I have arrived safely, greeted old acquaintances heartily (as you may have expected, booze was involved) and found myself somewhere to live from next month.

It is a lovely flat _{(above a pub)} and I am very lucky to have friends _{(who own pubs)} who are willing to help me out with my accommodation like this. I have examined the flat _{(above a pub)} in great details _{(above a pub)} and found it to meet all my requirements _{(above a pub)}.

[Space for gleeful laughter goes here.]

Work starts officially tomorrow and I can assure all interested parties that I will be applying myself with all the asdiousness you have come to expect from me. It should be fun.

Must now go and check what interesting and exciting things you've all been up to...




Did I mention ABOVE A PUB?!!!!!

Anyone still need some re-hydration/salty carbs? I made good use of my lazy day (comedy DVDs, Be Kind-Rewind and The Bourne Ultimatum) with editing my INCREDIBLY late Hogswatch fic. I reckon Hogmanay still counts, right?

Did y'all have a nice time? The fireworks were awesome, and the crowd quite large considering. We decided the street party was probably overpriced, hence the size of the mob getting the view for free on the bridge.

I drank ALL THE BUBBLES, danced to the locomotion, and generally had a great time. THEN we went out on the piss. :D I love Edinburgh.

My Stig-shooting, pyromaniac, INSANE Top Gear. *huggles it*

And Bacon Flavoured Air-freshener? Do WANT. Bacon makes everything better :D

Updated to add: I AM A CLEANING GOD!!! Have not CLEANED ALL THE THINGS, but it is getting there. I now have my "Crawling round on my knees polishing the floor" badge.

Also, I have found the Kahlua. And the Vodka. I am a very happy cleaning god. :D

Wow.

That is really all I can say about that. Though if pressed I could go a little further I suppose. If pressed.

Monday: It has snowed! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Going for a walk to look at the pretty (including standing on lake until it cracked and marvelling at the 2cm thick ice.
c) Building a 6ft tall phallus complete with testicles.

Tuesday: It has snowed again! TH and the students respond in time honoured manner by:
a) Doing little/no work
b) Complaining about the cold.
c) Building a "Mr T" snowman, complete with mohawk, biceps and medalion. (the snow was wetter and more sculptable).

Students were requested to remove items from the phallus so that it looked a little less realistic. They did so. Snow sculpture was still pretty obviously what it was.

( Anyone still reading? )

Oh, and the snow/perfect peace on Sunday meant I finally got the chapter of fic finished that I've been battering at for almost 3 years now. There are no words for the glee. No words.

And now I have wine. And Wifi. A great combination.

A weekend and a half but we got him married off (he made a beautiful speech) and despite a baby snoring through the serious parts of the ceremony they were done and dusted in style.

Minor "old" moment at about 10:30 where we had the sudden urge for a pot o' tea. lol. So aged. But to be fair, it was refreshing and encouraged by this I then went on to dance my feet into blisters. So yeah.

Ate fantastic food, talked non-stop for 12 h straight, drank a reasonable amount, danced like a loon and all this in white trousers whilst really not in a physical/hormonal condition to be wearing anything white down there. Mother Nature: nil, TH: eleventy million.

Threw some moves to Scissor Sisters' "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" (something of a personal anthem). Rocked out like a proper Cheerio to "Don't Stop Believing" (which I have been DYING to dance to since I first saw Glee and haven't EVER had the chance until now - my Archie air guitar solo has to be seen to be believed). Requested (alongside a fellow cheese loivor) "Give A Little Respect" and had the entire dancefloor to ourselves - AWESOMELY STRANGE MOVES OCCURRED - and later attempted the flying jump thing in "I've Had The Time Of My Life".

All finished off with "New York New York" in proper Wedding Stylee.

Best Liverpudian Wedding EVER.

(when I got home this afternoon I had to go to bed - a lightweight is me :D)