His Booky Wook
Russell Brand's Booky Wook was released yesterday. I managed to gather up the energy to go to the Anrdale Centre to buy it, which made me very happy. I intended to sit in a coffee shop all day and read it all like the sad git I am, but Craig was in town too, so we ended up wandering around the Arndale looking for Christmas presents for various people. My Mum's and my Nana's birthdays are also in December, so I have a lot of stuff to buy. One thing I got for my Mum was a little chocolate fountain machine, which I thought was quite cool. I thought you could only hire them.
I really loved walking around with Craig all day, looking at the pretty Christmas things like a 'normal' couple. I very rarely get to do stuff like that because I get too tired and feel ill. I bought a shiny new bra and knickers from La Senza. I am wearing those knickers right now, actually. They are shiny and they please me greatly. I'm trying to work out how to describe them. Well, if you skinned a mermaid, cleaned up the mermaid hide[?] and made matching underwear sets from it, I reckon it'd look like this.
I had to stay awake to watch the wonderful new Boosh (twice) when I got in, so I didn't go to sleep early like my body so desperately wanted me to. Consequently, today I have paid for all the walking around, lovely as it was. I slept all night and all day. I woke up this evening feeling battered, so I ate a Pot Noodle (mmm, nutritious cardboardy goodness) and watched QI, Charlie Brooker's Screenwipe and Flight of the Conchords. After that, I went outside in my dressing gown to watch Craig light two pretty little fireworks outside the front door. We came back in, looked out of the window and saw a big fox approaching our building. It strutted up to our burnt-out fireworks, looked at them disapprovingly and pissed on them each in turn. Laughing at that woke me up dramatically. I chatted to lorcas_novena, then read exactly half of Russell's Booky Wook. I still felt quite awake even after a joint and two benzos, so I got Bernard Smythe, one of my posher mice, out of his cage for a run around the hall. I've put him back now, and it's 8am and I'm still awake. I've been alternating between crazy/depressed and crazy/twitchy all night. I wish my foolish brainbox would decide one way or the other. It's difficult to numb my emotions with the appropriate drugs when the bloody things keep contradicting each other.
Question for Bill Bailey fans: I forgot to ask this after the Bill Bailey gig. I noticed that his merchandise stall was selling t-shirts with Steampunk printed on them. The show certainly didn't relate to Steampunk, and as far as I am aware, he doesn't write or perform Steampunk fiction. So, what gives? It did get me thinking about the genre, which led me to thinking about cyberpunk, so I bought the director's cut of Blade Runner on DVD the next day. However, I can't imagine that was Bill Bailey's intention when he decided to sell Steampunk merchandise. It would be a rather convoluted form of promotion.
Technical-ish PC question: What obvious reasons could there be for my PC running ridiculously slowly? It started doing this yesterday. AVG and Spybot are running fine, and they haven't picked up anything unusual.
I am still not tired. I will put on Radio 4 and pretend that I am.
I really loved walking around with Craig all day, looking at the pretty Christmas things like a 'normal' couple. I very rarely get to do stuff like that because I get too tired and feel ill. I bought a shiny new bra and knickers from La Senza. I am wearing those knickers right now, actually. They are shiny and they please me greatly. I'm trying to work out how to describe them. Well, if you skinned a mermaid, cleaned up the mermaid hide[?] and made matching underwear sets from it, I reckon it'd look like this.
I had to stay awake to watch the wonderful new Boosh (twice) when I got in, so I didn't go to sleep early like my body so desperately wanted me to. Consequently, today I have paid for all the walking around, lovely as it was. I slept all night and all day. I woke up this evening feeling battered, so I ate a Pot Noodle (mmm, nutritious cardboardy goodness) and watched QI, Charlie Brooker's Screenwipe and Flight of the Conchords. After that, I went outside in my dressing gown to watch Craig light two pretty little fireworks outside the front door. We came back in, looked out of the window and saw a big fox approaching our building. It strutted up to our burnt-out fireworks, looked at them disapprovingly and pissed on them each in turn. Laughing at that woke me up dramatically. I chatted to lorcas_novena, then read exactly half of Russell's Booky Wook. I still felt quite awake even after a joint and two benzos, so I got Bernard Smythe, one of my posher mice, out of his cage for a run around the hall. I've put him back now, and it's 8am and I'm still awake. I've been alternating between crazy/depressed and crazy/twitchy all night. I wish my foolish brainbox would decide one way or the other. It's difficult to numb my emotions with the appropriate drugs when the bloody things keep contradicting each other.
Question for Bill Bailey fans: I forgot to ask this after the Bill Bailey gig. I noticed that his merchandise stall was selling t-shirts with Steampunk printed on them. The show certainly didn't relate to Steampunk, and as far as I am aware, he doesn't write or perform Steampunk fiction. So, what gives? It did get me thinking about the genre, which led me to thinking about cyberpunk, so I bought the director's cut of Blade Runner on DVD the next day. However, I can't imagine that was Bill Bailey's intention when he decided to sell Steampunk merchandise. It would be a rather convoluted form of promotion.
Technical-ish PC question: What obvious reasons could there be for my PC running ridiculously slowly? It started doing this yesterday. AVG and Spybot are running fine, and they haven't picked up anything unusual.
I am still not tired. I will put on Radio 4 and pretend that I am.