A week has gone by, and in this house we are not at all sure where its gone, as we have spent most of it asleep. Oops. A late night when BST kicks in is quite confusing, and that confusion has bled into the rest of the week (it was Thursday before Dan got up at a sensible, not almost midday sort of time - don't ask about the unemployed person writing this).
However, the late night was most worthwhile, as it was spent with the usual local and local ish folks, plus
coalescent and
bibliolicious. Always good to see Niall, and great to meet Nic for the first time - she dealt with the Tim and Dan show admirably, which is more than I can always manage :P Everyone else consumed a very great amount of beer, while Niall and I remained sober. Sobriety didn't stop me putting together a terribly amusing visual joke especially for Tim, though, and then sitting there like a tit waiting for him to actually notice (
I have jugs!).
As you can just about make out in the photo, I've had my hair cut (only a month or 3 overdue!) and had much shorter layers put in. When dried straight by the hairdresser this looked quite cool, and half the time I like it being all curly and 70's as I dry it at home. The other half of the time I think I can't wait for it to grow out. Out of curiosity, I let it dry naturally last night, and I now look like a mad permed person. Having been a mad permed person in my time (oh dear), I now know I need to at least dry it a bit. I may even attempt to use my straighteners agian, though I doubt I have become any more dextrous since the last time I gave them a go - straight at the front, and not at all at the back is not a great idea, and I don't think Dan is going to want to be my hairdresser ;)
After 3 weeks of nothing on, there are 2 films I want to see at the cinema this week.
The Good German has finally reached Birmingham, and
Days of Glory is out too. Dan is actively avoiding 300, and I sort of like the idea of watching it as spectacle, but if its going to leave me feeling anything like Sin City I think its best avoided. Overly muscled blokes in leather posing pouches is really not my thing, anyway.
EDIT: Anyone fancy seeing Thea Gilmore in Wolverhampton tomorrow night? Go see
veggiesu