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Good
It's a lovely sunny day, we finally seem to be able to play real music in the studio, and everyone is happy. Even the random wandering drunks are shouting compliments. It's a happy-to-be-alive sort of day.
Am feeling a whole lot happier having got to spend proper time with lovely people after a few months self-imposed semi-hermithood getting portfolio sorted - all the metaphorical black clouds have cleared up too. Ankle is still ~strange~ and occasionally throwing up the odd ouch (especially when I try to, you know, use it) and still no progress on job hunt, but that'll all work itself in time. Everything always does, one way or another :-)
People suddenly seem to be throwing all kinds of exciting invitations my way. Starting with the weekend, when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_squiddy invited me along to Secret Cinema, which was brilliant - am now hooked, and will definitely be doing that again. Will do a proper write up after 9th May, but in the meantime check out Squiddy's if you don't mind spoilers. (I got arrested by secret police and ended up smuggling guns for the Resistance - see, police brutality DOES breed rebellion!)
This was followed up by a wonderfully giggly and insane children's-birthday-party-with-no-children courtesy of Ellie, wife of many camels. (I got made to recite poetry, and shot.) During all the madness of the weekend also got the chance to catch up with Marcus (now also married to the collective) and Sharon (who once again ventured South of the River without exploding.)
Tonight I'm going to my first ever WI meeting to see a talk by a lady from Bletchley Park, which should be ace, all thanks to a random invite from the lovelyms_siobhan. I fully expect to come home hooked on knitting and cake baking and posing naked for calendars.
And this weekend brings birthdays and barbeques and possible meercats and who-even-knows-what-because-random-is-fun? (EDIT: AND Dr Who! How could I forget Dr Who? Kris will disown me! And then kill me! And then disown my corpse!)
Who says you can't have fun with a borked ankle?
Am also making plans for ankle-friendly adventures over the next month. (Who'd be up for a trip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, by the way? It'll probably be packed, especially if the sunny weather holds out, but who cares?) And we have our Eurovision party to come as well. And have other non-travelling plans afoot that will hopefully start coming together soon... watch this space.
Bad
Train fail. EPIC train fail. I'm now so used to being chucked off a broken train at Doncaster and having to scramble for a new one that I sometimes forget it's not actually part of the scheduled Leeds-London Kings X journey. However on Friday we discovered that our train was being turned back and sent home because of SIX HOURS worth of backed up trains between us and London. It seemed to be some combination of a death on the line and total signal failure at Retford, either way the entire East Coast mainline was in total meltdown.
The rumour mill started that you could get to London via Sheffield, leading to an entire train full of people trying to squeeze onto a little two-coach local service. At one point the terrified driver pointed out that there was in fact an express train to Sheffield that would get in first ("Don't eat me, eat my brother, he's far bigger and tastier!") leading to a mass migration across Doncaster station, which halted when a London-bound train suddenly turned up. A very, very full London bound train. I fought my way aboard, then realised the obvious: with my ankle as it is, there was no sodding way I could stand up all the way to London.
In the end I had to do something I've never done before: gave up on the journey, and got Kris to come and rescue me. I was pretty upset at this point, partly because I was worried it would mean I couldn't make Secret Cinema, but mostly because I have ~never~ let anything stop me making it to London before - not tonsillitis, not blizzards, not previous train-fail... but train-fail plus ankle just proved too much. Luckily while waiting I decided to investigate Plan B and see if I could get a not-too-ridiculously expensive ticket for the following morning, only to be told by the nice man in the ticket office that because of the sheer scale of the travel chaos, my ticket would be valid the next day. He even booked me a shiny new seat. Win!
(Which is pretty lucky, as Plan C was for Kris to drive me to London. Down the M1. Which was on fire. Some days you just have to accept that the Universe is telling you that you're ~really~ not going to London that day and give in gracefully.)
Beautiful
Really wanting to go to Beautiful Days - Poppies, Carter, Flogging Molly, Gogol Bordello and many more, all in Sunny Devon on 19-21 August. Yes, it's the weekend before Infest, but should be relatively chilled, so nobody need break Rule One. Anybody want to come along? I have no problem wandering around festivals on my own, but don't like being completely alone for the whole thing... although I am kind of tempted to do so now, and treat it as an Adventure.
(In other news, this week I shall mostly be playing Portal. The first one. For the first time. It's nice here in 2007. We still have cake.)
It's a lovely sunny day, we finally seem to be able to play real music in the studio, and everyone is happy. Even the random wandering drunks are shouting compliments. It's a happy-to-be-alive sort of day.
Am feeling a whole lot happier having got to spend proper time with lovely people after a few months self-imposed semi-hermithood getting portfolio sorted - all the metaphorical black clouds have cleared up too. Ankle is still ~strange~ and occasionally throwing up the odd ouch (especially when I try to, you know, use it) and still no progress on job hunt, but that'll all work itself in time. Everything always does, one way or another :-)
People suddenly seem to be throwing all kinds of exciting invitations my way. Starting with the weekend, when
miss_squiddy invited me along to Secret Cinema, which was brilliant - am now hooked, and will definitely be doing that again. Will do a proper write up after 9th May, but in the meantime check out Squiddy's if you don't mind spoilers. (I got arrested by secret police and ended up smuggling guns for the Resistance - see, police brutality DOES breed rebellion!) This was followed up by a wonderfully giggly and insane children's-birthday-party-with-no-children courtesy of Ellie, wife of many camels. (I got made to recite poetry, and shot.) During all the madness of the weekend also got the chance to catch up with Marcus (now also married to the collective) and Sharon (who once again ventured South of the River without exploding.)
Tonight I'm going to my first ever WI meeting to see a talk by a lady from Bletchley Park, which should be ace, all thanks to a random invite from the lovely
ms_siobhan. I fully expect to come home hooked on knitting and cake baking and posing naked for calendars. And this weekend brings birthdays and barbeques and possible meercats and who-even-knows-what-because-random-is-fun? (EDIT: AND Dr Who! How could I forget Dr Who? Kris will disown me! And then kill me! And then disown my corpse!)
Who says you can't have fun with a borked ankle?
Am also making plans for ankle-friendly adventures over the next month. (Who'd be up for a trip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, by the way? It'll probably be packed, especially if the sunny weather holds out, but who cares?) And we have our Eurovision party to come as well. And have other non-travelling plans afoot that will hopefully start coming together soon... watch this space.
Bad
Train fail. EPIC train fail. I'm now so used to being chucked off a broken train at Doncaster and having to scramble for a new one that I sometimes forget it's not actually part of the scheduled Leeds-London Kings X journey. However on Friday we discovered that our train was being turned back and sent home because of SIX HOURS worth of backed up trains between us and London. It seemed to be some combination of a death on the line and total signal failure at Retford, either way the entire East Coast mainline was in total meltdown.
The rumour mill started that you could get to London via Sheffield, leading to an entire train full of people trying to squeeze onto a little two-coach local service. At one point the terrified driver pointed out that there was in fact an express train to Sheffield that would get in first ("Don't eat me, eat my brother, he's far bigger and tastier!") leading to a mass migration across Doncaster station, which halted when a London-bound train suddenly turned up. A very, very full London bound train. I fought my way aboard, then realised the obvious: with my ankle as it is, there was no sodding way I could stand up all the way to London.
In the end I had to do something I've never done before: gave up on the journey, and got Kris to come and rescue me. I was pretty upset at this point, partly because I was worried it would mean I couldn't make Secret Cinema, but mostly because I have ~never~ let anything stop me making it to London before - not tonsillitis, not blizzards, not previous train-fail... but train-fail plus ankle just proved too much. Luckily while waiting I decided to investigate Plan B and see if I could get a not-too-ridiculously expensive ticket for the following morning, only to be told by the nice man in the ticket office that because of the sheer scale of the travel chaos, my ticket would be valid the next day. He even booked me a shiny new seat. Win!
(Which is pretty lucky, as Plan C was for Kris to drive me to London. Down the M1. Which was on fire. Some days you just have to accept that the Universe is telling you that you're ~really~ not going to London that day and give in gracefully.)
Beautiful
Really wanting to go to Beautiful Days - Poppies, Carter, Flogging Molly, Gogol Bordello and many more, all in Sunny Devon on 19-21 August. Yes, it's the weekend before Infest, but should be relatively chilled, so nobody need break Rule One. Anybody want to come along? I have no problem wandering around festivals on my own, but don't like being completely alone for the whole thing... although I am kind of tempted to do so now, and treat it as an Adventure.
(In other news, this week I shall mostly be playing Portal. The first one. For the first time. It's nice here in 2007. We still have cake.)
