And one that I really really like *beam*
(Thanks to
armie)
I am feeling a lot better today, which is good. I am still not in work though as I am still coughing a lot and it is very very cold out, so it would probably make me ill again and half the office with me, so it is very sensible to take today off sick as well. However, since I am no longer dying, it still feels like I'm pulling a sickie even though I'm not, which is making me feel guilty about doing anything. Which is odd.
(Though this may in fact simply be a load of self-justification for spending all day in front of the TV with hot ribena)
Remembered that I forgot to do an update recently as I was so busy being poorly that I forgot that I had an exciting weekend.
Jane's Addiction were wonderful and I had forgotten that there are times when people are supprised to see you wandering around in a bridesmaid's dress. I think I am probably going to have Perry Farrell's children (Dave Navarro is far better looking but Farrell is pure sex onstage) Of course, they're both still going to have to wait till I've finished with Johnny Depp's babies first, but I'm sure they won't mind waiting.
On the way back from Leicester, I got kidnapped by Nottingham. (The Jane's addiction gig was actually in Nottingham, but I was staying that night in Leicester with the ever wonderful
armie and Ophie and also a
strawpig who still hadn't made it back home after Whitby and spent most of the night in a state of high vibration, only just as the gig was beginning I remembered I have old housemates from Uni in Nottingham that I hadn't seen for about a year and a half, so I called them but my phone died so just I had to return to Nottingham the next night and pounce on them then instead... now aren't you glad I explained all that for you?)
Must return to the Pit and the Pendulum and drink the rest of the deadly sins some time soon, as it was wonderfully cheesy and I want one. Or possibly steal it and bring it to Leeds. Along with the old fashioned rock pubs that Leeds seems determined to purge itself of. But not the roaming gangs of kids who thought gansta style skarves knotted over their noses were the height of fashion.
Was tempted to drive through Dronfield on the way back and get some photos of where I grew up, but it was so grey and drizzly that I didn't bother. I've had this idea for the past 5 or 6 years and I keep having reasons not to. I don't know whether this is because I'm worried that it will be very strange and painful to see the world I lived in until I was 10 through adult eyes, or whether I'm more afraid that it won't affect me in the slightest and won't be anything special and just another small suburban town.
Or maybe I'm just lazy.
(Thanks to
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I am feeling a lot better today, which is good. I am still not in work though as I am still coughing a lot and it is very very cold out, so it would probably make me ill again and half the office with me, so it is very sensible to take today off sick as well. However, since I am no longer dying, it still feels like I'm pulling a sickie even though I'm not, which is making me feel guilty about doing anything. Which is odd.
(Though this may in fact simply be a load of self-justification for spending all day in front of the TV with hot ribena)
Remembered that I forgot to do an update recently as I was so busy being poorly that I forgot that I had an exciting weekend.
Jane's Addiction were wonderful and I had forgotten that there are times when people are supprised to see you wandering around in a bridesmaid's dress. I think I am probably going to have Perry Farrell's children (Dave Navarro is far better looking but Farrell is pure sex onstage) Of course, they're both still going to have to wait till I've finished with Johnny Depp's babies first, but I'm sure they won't mind waiting.
On the way back from Leicester, I got kidnapped by Nottingham. (The Jane's addiction gig was actually in Nottingham, but I was staying that night in Leicester with the ever wonderful
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Must return to the Pit and the Pendulum and drink the rest of the deadly sins some time soon, as it was wonderfully cheesy and I want one. Or possibly steal it and bring it to Leeds. Along with the old fashioned rock pubs that Leeds seems determined to purge itself of. But not the roaming gangs of kids who thought gansta style skarves knotted over their noses were the height of fashion.
Was tempted to drive through Dronfield on the way back and get some photos of where I grew up, but it was so grey and drizzly that I didn't bother. I've had this idea for the past 5 or 6 years and I keep having reasons not to. I don't know whether this is because I'm worried that it will be very strange and painful to see the world I lived in until I was 10 through adult eyes, or whether I'm more afraid that it won't affect me in the slightest and won't be anything special and just another small suburban town.
Or maybe I'm just lazy.
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BTW are you and Kris suffering from "deadmobileitis" at the mo?
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Was meant to sort out a new one today... think I feel a new post coming on... (not that I'm bored)
If you've been trying to get in touch about Wendyhouse, haven't replied on Ladybirds about crash space yet as I'm still not 100% sure that I'll be going although it's now looking more likely.
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In April i shall avoid all camera's.
RJ
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And the lovely one of you and Mrs RJ as well.
When are you coming round for tea by the way? I have Dingbats now...
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"That" phtot must never see the light of day. had any ideas for the website?
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:-p
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Yeah my Point and shoot photography method makes people happy.
I'm glad you like and are broadcasting the pic all over the net.
*evil laughter*
44 people have already visited but not left. World domination is only another 6598763 days away.
Luv
Alan
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