Swings and Roundabouts...
There comes a point every couple of months when for some reason I decide that I must form pointless crushes on a number of unattainable women. Don't really know what precipitates this reaction - this time around it may have been the large influx of news from friends that they are getting married. Or it could be my susceptibility to a sweet voice and a cute face. It could be a way of getting out of the mind-fug I have found myself in lately. Maybe I am just bored.
It got to the point the other day when I was screening prescriptions at work, and actually looking forward to doctors making mistakes so that I could call them up and annoy them. Of course, my intrinsic inability to be cool manifested itself magnificently - case in point:
Adrian: Hello, it's Adrian calling from the pharmacy!
Random Female Doctor With Lovely Voice: Oh, hello again... I'm beginning to think you like the sound of my voice...
Adrian: (lost for suave-but-slight-left-of-centre comment to make) Well, you just keep making mistakes and I will keep calling you... (D'oh!)
RFDWLV: Umm... OK...
You see? Useless... Or the other night when I was getting overly excited about the music playing at Firewater (bar in Glasgow), and was doing my best "head-banging-rock-pig" impression, with my eyes closed, (if I kept them open my hair would enter my eyes and blind me). I stood up and opened my eyes to find a random girl dancing with me... Of course, not knowing how to deal with the situation facing me I panicked, spun her around a few times, did some weird and (apparently) inappropriate dance moves, panicked a bit more, and finally decided to close my eyes in the hope that she would disappear... She did. Having had one success with this newly-discovered skill of summoning and dispelling girls, I tried it again later that night, to no avail...
Then there are the musicians... Saw Isobelle Campbell the other night, and as is my wont, I fell head over heels in love... Very few people could have denied how easy this was - she is such a great musician, and is gorgeous to boot... Had been listening to the recent album she had made with Mark Lanegan (Ballad of Broken Seas), so had some idea what to expect, but was not prepared for the huge amount of variation in her musical themes... Soooooo good... Before that was Jenny Lewis, whose album with The Watson Twins (Rabbit Fur Coat) had me giggling for weeks... I didn't get the opportunity to see her show, which is just as well, considering how insane I tend to behave when I meet an artist, let alone a pretty artist, whose work I like (see earlier entries re. encounter with Stuart Murdoch).
Ah well... Give me a week or two and I will be all grumpy again... May as well this one out while it last...
It got to the point the other day when I was screening prescriptions at work, and actually looking forward to doctors making mistakes so that I could call them up and annoy them. Of course, my intrinsic inability to be cool manifested itself magnificently - case in point:
Adrian: Hello, it's Adrian calling from the pharmacy!
Random Female Doctor With Lovely Voice: Oh, hello again... I'm beginning to think you like the sound of my voice...
Adrian: (lost for suave-but-slight-left-of-centre comment to make) Well, you just keep making mistakes and I will keep calling you... (D'oh!)
RFDWLV: Umm... OK...
You see? Useless... Or the other night when I was getting overly excited about the music playing at Firewater (bar in Glasgow), and was doing my best "head-banging-rock-pig" impression, with my eyes closed, (if I kept them open my hair would enter my eyes and blind me). I stood up and opened my eyes to find a random girl dancing with me... Of course, not knowing how to deal with the situation facing me I panicked, spun her around a few times, did some weird and (apparently) inappropriate dance moves, panicked a bit more, and finally decided to close my eyes in the hope that she would disappear... She did. Having had one success with this newly-discovered skill of summoning and dispelling girls, I tried it again later that night, to no avail...
Then there are the musicians... Saw Isobelle Campbell the other night, and as is my wont, I fell head over heels in love... Very few people could have denied how easy this was - she is such a great musician, and is gorgeous to boot... Had been listening to the recent album she had made with Mark Lanegan (Ballad of Broken Seas), so had some idea what to expect, but was not prepared for the huge amount of variation in her musical themes... Soooooo good... Before that was Jenny Lewis, whose album with The Watson Twins (Rabbit Fur Coat) had me giggling for weeks... I didn't get the opportunity to see her show, which is just as well, considering how insane I tend to behave when I meet an artist, let alone a pretty artist, whose work I like (see earlier entries re. encounter with Stuart Murdoch).
Ah well... Give me a week or two and I will be all grumpy again... May as well this one out while it last...