Ultimate ending

I dreamed the ultimate ending for the Blink character of Doctor Who a couple of days ago; I finally managed to track down the cause of their time lock which meant I could set it alight and watch all the statues burn; which also was the cause of the Great Fire of London.

Went out for a sociable pint last night at the Woodies, met someone who'd just left his wife and was very happy talkative. Tonight I went to the Jubille which was full of miserable fat families stuffing curry down their throats; not much of a drinking atmosphere.

Tomorrow I'm off to the magic roundabout...one question is WHY?

Flower Power

The train from Barnt Green was delayed by 45 mins tonight. A vehicle crashed into a bridge which stopped trains from getting from Lichfield to Four Oaks. Fortunately someone came up with the bright idea of sending a train from Birmingham, but in between waiting for trains I went back to the pub.

One bloke I talked to said his main hobby was flower-bombing. This involved literally walking around with cheap packets of seeds from Aldi and planting them in weird and bizarre locations to see if they would grow. His mission was literally to brighten up the world this way. Fantastic!

Dig deep and charity you will find. Or just laziness.

So last week we went to see the Dictator; my friend has a card that lets us get discounts; it had expired. However, the team at the cinema couldn't actually be bothered to seek out the forms; hence the date wasn't checked and we were just waved through. Hooray for sloppy work.

As we were leaving the car park, I sat down in the car then remembered that the parking token was in my back pocket. So I opened the door, climbed out of the car, reached into my pocket, pulled out the token, placed it on the dashboard, then climbed back inside. The problem was that the token had slid over the dashboard and into the front recesses of the windshield. And I could not the fucking thing out. First I tried opening the bonnet to see if it had slid underneath (which it took me a while to remember how to do so). Then I pulled up the dashboard cover but still couldn't see it. After reversing a couple of feet I managed to get a bright light to shine over the dashboard and caught a glimpse of the chip. I then tried to wedge it out with a piece of cardboard but only managed to wedge it further down the hole. After pulling back into the parking space to let someone go; I finally set out to do battle...

But once I'd approached the barrier and rung up the Security team; they just said not to worry about it; and could we drop in the chip once we'd found it?

Just discovered that there's a load of food and club vouchers on my hard drive that have actually expired. Including 2 4 1 on films. Youch. Raw Deal is currently on the telly but I can't remember much of it other than Schwarzenegger cones to the Usa from the USSR. But what the fuck is the butch fat blob on the bar supposed to be? Then there's the flat breasted chick and the bloke they throw in the dressing room. Just what is the point of throwing red liquid over him then saying "that's what you're going to look like when you're dead"?

It's a mad mad mad mad world...

Am I mad? I wondered quite a bit about that yesterday as I stood outside Redditch Library eating a pasty. At least two people thought I was strange as I ate my lunch. But I suppose it's better to be mad than normal, as that would just be boring. Then inside the Library half of it was missing; though I did manage to find Great Expectations in the Classics section. However, it's getting close to the time that I actually need to find out where they actually keep their books. Maybe I should ask if they've robbed by the conservatives...

Great Gatsby wasn't so great; however I appreciate how short the book was. So I can move onto better things.

Found my first geocache today; but I'm not going to find any more until I get the next batch of Pint Takens; then at least I can leave stuff behind. Went for a meal with Steve at the Tardebigge; it wasn;t bad but we ended up in the kiddies area and had to wait fifteen minutes for a beer to arrive. Also went to see the Dictator, which was funny but needed more of the Dictator in power and less of the story. Would have worked better as a mocumentary. Is that a word - I'm referring to a mock documentary.

It's not fun to grow up...

You have to have so much self discipline... that's suddenly why I realise that I can't get anything done. Unless fate gets in the way...I've been looking for my Reddicard since Monday...

The Auton Revolution

I was walking past Burtons the other day and I swear one of the shop dummies in the window moved.

Seriously though, it would really freak people out if shops did make motorised shop dummies that move. And not just all the time; they should just turn just once every five minutes to really freak people out. O rmaybe they already have...

Mayday Mayday....?

So tonight we headed over to the less frequented pubs; they were all quiet but as usual it's difficult to ascertain whether usual service is provided. I was hoping for a rave session in the Enfield but as it was Sunday; it was very quiet. Headed into the cross; same thing where everything was closing early. But it's Bank Holiday so I was hoping that someone was making some effort but no luck...there wasn't even anywhere open for a bite.

No introduction...

I'm currently starting to read F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby; what's putting me off is the long introduction to the book; it's an essay. Naturally, because I've not read the book before; the introduction refers to themes and characters that I've got no idea about; and I'm forced to read someone else's opinion before I can make up my own. So why call it the Introduction? Surely An Academic's View would be so much better...

Let's get this done now...

Often I come home with a view that tonight's the night, or today's the day that I try and get as much done as possible; but often get sidetracked or too tired. For instance, I had a great idea that today would be Mayday; the emergency day that I would get organised and come up with a basic plan for the rest of the year. Result: was shattered after work; came home, watched a film, dozed off towards the end and never even got close to switching on my laptop. I need some discipline from somewhere...