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Thursday, 21 August 2008 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosiedoesLiving in Brighton would be fine, except for one thing: BBC South Regional News.
Come back, rizzla teeth, all is forgiven! I miss your daily stabbings and Boris's botchups.
It's all a bit "Some senile old granny left her glove on the number 6 bus", here.
We don't have proper internet yet, so I'm depending on Matte and TFL for updates on the CFOB wank, and terrestrial TV. BT fucked up and failed to show today, so we still have no landline. We go to Ireland in a few days, to pick up Julie's stuff, and so we might not have internet until after we get back.
Thank God I have my sidekick, or I'd be screwed. That and Ju letting me user her 3 mobile internet earlier.
She also helped me put my bed together today, which felt somewhere between a Greek tragedy and a Carry On farce (yes, we were screwing on my bedroom floor all morning, blood was spilled and my tool wasn't quite big enough). I'm glad to have a bed and at least SOME television to watch, though. It's worth hours of annoyance and four skinned knuckles to have the place feel like home. I have my memorabilia shelf back up as well, where a semi-naked Amanda Tapping leers at four FOB dolls perched on Chicago mugs, with Stackham USMC name tapes, an authentic 1942 miniture VAT69, a signed packed of Xo ramen, some maple syrup, a `Loose lips might sink ships' 1940s repro propaganda flyer from Seattle, a leaping stag road sign from Vancouver and a Rosie Riveter lunchtin from Navy Pier. Oh, and a chrome zippo with snowflakes on.
(If you think that's nerdy, the shelf above has my comic collection, sci-fi trading cards and a talking Sauron still in his box... And my Kyle-style ushanka. Ftg.)
We went to the night club/venue at the bottom of our road, yesterday; the owner showed us magic tricks, bought us a drink and we left before the band came on because we aren't adjusted to the air down here and we're always tired - but it's a nice place and we will go back on a weekend, for sure.
Alas, it does not have its own Troh MCing. The owner reminded me of the bastard love child of Orlando Bloom and Brian Molko, after a lot of cigarettes and possibly some acid. Nice guy though.
I guess that's about it. If anyone speaks to Wentz, tell him I said stop the douchery and just fucking admit you're doing a Decayfest in Chi with TAI and (a reformed) Midtown. And that Copeland can suck my balls (although I hear the drummer's a chubster, so he needs to come and see me, plzkthx and I'll find other things he can do).
Come back, rizzla teeth, all is forgiven! I miss your daily stabbings and Boris's botchups.
It's all a bit "Some senile old granny left her glove on the number 6 bus", here.
We don't have proper internet yet, so I'm depending on Matte and TFL for updates on the CFOB wank, and terrestrial TV. BT fucked up and failed to show today, so we still have no landline. We go to Ireland in a few days, to pick up Julie's stuff, and so we might not have internet until after we get back.
Thank God I have my sidekick, or I'd be screwed. That and Ju letting me user her 3 mobile internet earlier.
She also helped me put my bed together today, which felt somewhere between a Greek tragedy and a Carry On farce (yes, we were screwing on my bedroom floor all morning, blood was spilled and my tool wasn't quite big enough). I'm glad to have a bed and at least SOME television to watch, though. It's worth hours of annoyance and four skinned knuckles to have the place feel like home. I have my memorabilia shelf back up as well, where a semi-naked Amanda Tapping leers at four FOB dolls perched on Chicago mugs, with Stackham USMC name tapes, an authentic 1942 miniture VAT69, a signed packed of Xo ramen, some maple syrup, a `Loose lips might sink ships' 1940s repro propaganda flyer from Seattle, a leaping stag road sign from Vancouver and a Rosie Riveter lunchtin from Navy Pier. Oh, and a chrome zippo with snowflakes on.
(If you think that's nerdy, the shelf above has my comic collection, sci-fi trading cards and a talking Sauron still in his box... And my Kyle-style ushanka. Ftg.)
We went to the night club/venue at the bottom of our road, yesterday; the owner showed us magic tricks, bought us a drink and we left before the band came on because we aren't adjusted to the air down here and we're always tired - but it's a nice place and we will go back on a weekend, for sure.
Alas, it does not have its own Troh MCing. The owner reminded me of the bastard love child of Orlando Bloom and Brian Molko, after a lot of cigarettes and possibly some acid. Nice guy though.
I guess that's about it. If anyone speaks to Wentz, tell him I said stop the douchery and just fucking admit you're doing a Decayfest in Chi with TAI and (a reformed) Midtown. And that Copeland can suck my balls (although I hear the drummer's a chubster, so he needs to come and see me, plzkthx and I'll find other things he can do).
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on 2008-08-21 10:56 pm (UTC)(yes, we were screwing on my bedroom floor all morning, blood was spilled and my tool wasn't quite big enough)
Oh yeah??? XD
Sounds like you guys are settling in quite nicely. Sucks about the internet though.
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on 2008-08-22 02:04 am (UTC)Also I want tons and tons of pictures when you get the internet back proper.
I hope you love your house by the sea.
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on 2008-08-22 06:42 pm (UTC)So when do I get to visit, hey??
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on 2008-08-22 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-08-22 08:27 pm (UTC)