This Is Not A Democracy

So, I have no fucking idea what it's about, but does anyone want to go and see Cloverfield, sometime?

I know there aren't many of you in London, these days, but srsly. SOCIALISE.

Back home. Sadly.

Want to go back.

Anyone want to have Tapas in Covent Garden tomorrow? Julie will be there.

Watching innocent Japanse people get nuked is not a wise thing to do on the day you find your w00bie has left his job.

It's really not. And I, therefore, am stupid.

I am also turning 24 on the last Sunday of the month. That would be 26th. I want to go to Loch Fyne for a late lunch 2pm-ish on the Sunday. If necessary, we can do a film after.

At a later date, I would also like to do Spamalot.

Who's coming?

Have been in touch with Dell. They are sending me a new adaptor. WOOHOO!

Not sure how soon, but if I remember correctly it was within a couple of days, last time. Desperately hope it's dispatched today. Surely they have those premade, right?

In other news: Psychic Development last night was Of The Awesome. Apparently, I'm good when it comes to the ghostlies, even if I could read your biography and not be able to tell you fuck all about yourself (unless you're a little-known actor and probably based in Vancouver).

Also: Tim Matthews (#3 in the TCO network) has a website, but just for his music. KWEET! ♥

Also also: Still nothing from Boyan. :( I dunno... you try to do someone a favour...

ALSO also also: it's my birthday nine days after anw's (making it 26th November). Far be it from me to steal his decadial thunder, but what do you bitches fancy doing? I'll take suggestions and then do a poll at a later date. My birthday this year, my 24th I'm not ashamed to say, falls on the Sunday immediately before the Monday when I get paid. Which bites. However, would people like to go out for a nice, quiet drink or dinner on the Saturday and then celebrate proper the weekend after? The choice is yours.

Pimp in comments. Danke.

Today was cool. As Kitty was over for a war film night (which was segued into with the aid of Monty Python's Camp Drill Squad), yesterday - which was... so far as the films are concerned, disappointing. Aside from playing 'Spot the Bloke From Something Else' and mocking it horribly, Saving Private Ryan wasn't up to much; Catch-22 was alarming in the changes from the book (DUNBAR!) and Kitty and I decided we'd be much better at directing and scripting it than the existing attempt. See cut for ranting.

( OoooooOOOOOoooooooooohhhhh! )

So, in order to recouperate from the horror of bad novel-adaptions, and realising my garden is now Centre Parks for Arachnids, Kitty and I set off for a wander on Hampstead Heath, where we spent much time laying on the grass in a clearing in the woods and laughing at the half-naked men playing frisbee. And a small and confused toddler. And a man on springy stilts who kept coming past us and hovered around as if he wanted us to speak to him. We didn't.

After quite a long time lazing around, we made use of my Pigeonsense™ and found our way back to Spaniards Inn, where we ate potato, and sweet potato (!), wedges. The latter of which tasted like caramel doughnuts and were rather horrid. However, the staff and the food there is very good, and although it's a way out of town I'm thinking of having my birthday there in November. Just an evening of drinks... It's a short bus ride from Archway or Golders Green...

Generally, it was a nice day. Very good to get out in the countryside.

Ony problem now, is that I want to start reading Catch-22 again to remind myself what it should really be like! It only took me EIGHT YEARS the first time...

Does anyone feel up for a gig in Archway, tomorrow?

(Snakes+Planes+Friday Evening, central London cinema)=(me+?)

We had our appraisal training at work today. My God - it's supposed to reassure us, but I was sitting there nearly having a nervous breakdown about every tiny thing! I'm so insecure in my job it's pathetic, really. I've been mistreated by employers so often - and although my current boss is lovely and very likeable, I still always find myself waiting for the bomb to drop.

They're going to employ someone to become Marketing Assistant, as well, which is disappointing. It'll mean they do the jobs I used to do for Sally, which made my job a bit more varied. She linked me to the job description, but they want someone with a business degree - which I don't - and although I know I could do the job, I can't even apply for it.

Wah, etc.

After a few days with next to no sleep - no idea why, just random insomnia - I've been getting better. I woke up and skimmed Millennium, this morning, which I need to screencap in order to add the shots to the archive for TCO, at 7.00am (how is it possibly to change your appearance that much in a few months? Even a year? Madness). I'm exhausted now, and glad tomorrow is Friday. I don't even have to look neat for work because it's dress-down day, thank God.

I wish I could sleep all weekend. I could, really, if I wanted, I suppose. But if I'm honest, I have things I should be doing - like socialising. I don't do that enough any more - not in real time. With my friends mostly scattered across the Western Hemisphere it's a bit difficult to nip out for a pint or to the movies (must see Harry Potter!) or go to gigs. I don't even have Jason to gig with any more, because he's in Oxford. Wah, wah, wah.