Driving is its own drug
This evening totally justified having a car that I hardly ever use at university.
So there's a new David Lynch film out. I keep blanking the name, but type "new david lynch film" into google and something'll happen. Through chance, I have not previously been exposed to his work, but a group of friends had. It's only on limited release, and the closest cinema showing it is in Nottingham. About 35 or so miles north of where I am, so it's all good. Never actually driven up there myself, so travelling to our destination was hilarious. "Is this it? I'm in the wrong lane. Okay, I'll carefully cut everyone up so thaat it looks like I'm not doing it. Damn, where's a roundabout?" Directions from the internet were more or less useless when coming up against the horrifically confusing road markings of the midlands, so there was a lot of getting lost, pointing the car in a decisive direction and heading forward. Luckily, this was a strategy that seemed to work.
We got there with enough time to spare as well. Lots of wandering about and asking locals who only had a vague idea themselves about where we meant, so basically sat down in the theatre as the screen lit up. What followed was three hours of having your brain being slowly sliced up by a cheesegrater. I liked it, and there was what I interpreted to be a happy ending. But it was so damned disturbing. There was a near-constant sense of unease while I was watching, sort of bringing back the sense of being scared of the dark as a child. Awesome soundtrack, jarring enough to be quite funny in places. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're not a David Lynch virgin. For me, it was an enjoyable but painful first time.
Went back using motorways, because I wasn't rooting around in the dark for the right A-road, no matter how much more direct it would have been. We found out that my little car can do 100mph on a slight slope on the way back. We also stopped at a service station that turned out to be unreasonably far from the road that advertised it. And found everything closed. After that, we would only be tempted to stop by a sign for KFC. "I only stop for the Colonel" should be on a bumper sticker. The very next services had a KFC sign, but the actual shop was closed. Nevermind, there was an open Burger King. Second best, but nevermind. Final blast towards Leicester, stopping in a little village on the way to drop off a friend at her house, which caused a little guided tour of Leicester city centre until I got back on the right road. And home to wait for the caffiene hit of a coffee I had at the services to wear off.
Oh, started all this journeying at six, got to Nottingham at ten past seven, stayed in a cinema for three hours, then set off again at 10:45. Got back about 1:00 because of the stops. Driving makes me so buzzed.
Tired (Not sleepy. Damn) now. Night all
So there's a new David Lynch film out. I keep blanking the name, but type "new david lynch film" into google and something'll happen. Through chance, I have not previously been exposed to his work, but a group of friends had. It's only on limited release, and the closest cinema showing it is in Nottingham. About 35 or so miles north of where I am, so it's all good. Never actually driven up there myself, so travelling to our destination was hilarious. "Is this it? I'm in the wrong lane. Okay, I'll carefully cut everyone up so thaat it looks like I'm not doing it. Damn, where's a roundabout?" Directions from the internet were more or less useless when coming up against the horrifically confusing road markings of the midlands, so there was a lot of getting lost, pointing the car in a decisive direction and heading forward. Luckily, this was a strategy that seemed to work.
We got there with enough time to spare as well. Lots of wandering about and asking locals who only had a vague idea themselves about where we meant, so basically sat down in the theatre as the screen lit up. What followed was three hours of having your brain being slowly sliced up by a cheesegrater. I liked it, and there was what I interpreted to be a happy ending. But it was so damned disturbing. There was a near-constant sense of unease while I was watching, sort of bringing back the sense of being scared of the dark as a child. Awesome soundtrack, jarring enough to be quite funny in places. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're not a David Lynch virgin. For me, it was an enjoyable but painful first time.
Went back using motorways, because I wasn't rooting around in the dark for the right A-road, no matter how much more direct it would have been. We found out that my little car can do 100mph on a slight slope on the way back. We also stopped at a service station that turned out to be unreasonably far from the road that advertised it. And found everything closed. After that, we would only be tempted to stop by a sign for KFC. "I only stop for the Colonel" should be on a bumper sticker. The very next services had a KFC sign, but the actual shop was closed. Nevermind, there was an open Burger King. Second best, but nevermind. Final blast towards Leicester, stopping in a little village on the way to drop off a friend at her house, which caused a little guided tour of Leicester city centre until I got back on the right road. And home to wait for the caffiene hit of a coffee I had at the services to wear off.
Oh, started all this journeying at six, got to Nottingham at ten past seven, stayed in a cinema for three hours, then set off again at 10:45. Got back about 1:00 because of the stops. Driving makes me so buzzed.
Tired (Not sleepy. Damn) now. Night all