My life in a bottle.
Sep. 20th, 2004 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davywavyFirst things first. My weekend.
Or not, as the case may be.
I arrived at the blood donation centre full of good intentions and rich, gushing gore, where I found that it’s only open on weekdays during office opening hours. I have to admit to being confused as this means that healthy, clean-living and hard-working sorts like me are effectively precluded from selflessly helping our fellow man, but that hard-drinking coke-toking dossers such as one sees on the streets during the day are perfectly able to do so.
Perhaps this is due to drug shortages in the NHS? (“Quick! We’re out of morphine! Get us someone off the street and take their blood!”)
Unimpressed by this state of affairs I hopped up and down in the street, pointing at some of my more prominent veins (such as the ones throbbing in my brow) and shouting “I don’t want it! You can have it! Please, take it, take it! Lots of lovely blood!” until I got tired of humiliating myself and wandered off to Virgin instead, where I was mollified by the Star Wars DVD playing on the in-store big screen.
I may have to buy the DVD’s. They are calling to me.
With that, off to Forbidden Planet where I bought comics and randomly encountered![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wyrdness, sea_cucumber, and vierkilau.
It’s Saturday night, so naturally it’s off to the party of evil, and a fine party it was – a gathering of all that is evil, from Saddam Hussein, to John Lennon, to zombies to, perhaps most evil of all, a socialist.
Naturally, I had to give the Socialist a damn good thrashing.
A jolly evening of booze and villainy was had by all, although the weakness of the younger generation was demonstrated by them flaking successively until by 6:30am there were onlyditzy_pole, crag_du, and myself left awake. And I am most amused to discover that not only does my reputation precede me, it also follows in my wake.
Getting home was a joy. Working on the assumption that the tube would start running at 6:30, I trotted off into the dawn to go home to bed only to find that not only was the first train at 7:30, but finding my way to Canada Water station was not helped by the fact that the town planner must have had an epileptic fit on the afternoon he laid the surrounding streets out. Eventually I made it to Waterloo to find the overland trains had been cancelled, so finally I succumbed and got a cab and arrived hom eat 8:15am.
Woke at 1:00pm (so missing Sushi), but made it into town in time for ice cream with a selection of rested post-party people. The lightweights then headed off home to sleep which meant I found myself going to the cinema to see Collateral on my own.
An odd film, I’ll tell you later if I liked it, because I’m really, really not sure. I wouldn’t care to categorise it particularly – I just can’t decide if I’m convinced enough by it or not. Most strange. Perhaps I was just tired and light-headed and so my perceptions were sufficiently skewed not to really relate to the images in front of me. That said the sound quality of the cinema (Empire, Leicester Square) was so bad I wouldn’t recommend anyone go to see it there.
Still oddly lightheaded and hyper (the lack of sleep and sugar diet, kids. It’s a winner) I walked from central London to home and, feeling edgy and full of nervous energy, I took a detour through Battersea park and walked fully around the park several times until I’d calmed.
By this time, it was gone 9pm and the park gates were shut and locked.
So it was that I found myself clambering over a high, spiky wrought iron fence on a Sunday evening just in time for a fat man walking his dog in the street to pause and tell me that there was a turnstile I could get out through about thirty feet away.
Sigh.
And so to bed.
Or not, as the case may be.
I arrived at the blood donation centre full of good intentions and rich, gushing gore, where I found that it’s only open on weekdays during office opening hours. I have to admit to being confused as this means that healthy, clean-living and hard-working sorts like me are effectively precluded from selflessly helping our fellow man, but that hard-drinking coke-toking dossers such as one sees on the streets during the day are perfectly able to do so.
Perhaps this is due to drug shortages in the NHS? (“Quick! We’re out of morphine! Get us someone off the street and take their blood!”)
Unimpressed by this state of affairs I hopped up and down in the street, pointing at some of my more prominent veins (such as the ones throbbing in my brow) and shouting “I don’t want it! You can have it! Please, take it, take it! Lots of lovely blood!” until I got tired of humiliating myself and wandered off to Virgin instead, where I was mollified by the Star Wars DVD playing on the in-store big screen.
I may have to buy the DVD’s. They are calling to me.
With that, off to Forbidden Planet where I bought comics and randomly encountered
wyrdness, sea_cucumber, and vierkilau. It’s Saturday night, so naturally it’s off to the party of evil, and a fine party it was – a gathering of all that is evil, from Saddam Hussein, to John Lennon, to zombies to, perhaps most evil of all, a socialist.
Naturally, I had to give the Socialist a damn good thrashing.
A jolly evening of booze and villainy was had by all, although the weakness of the younger generation was demonstrated by them flaking successively until by 6:30am there were only
ditzy_pole, crag_du, and myself left awake. And I am most amused to discover that not only does my reputation precede me, it also follows in my wake.Getting home was a joy. Working on the assumption that the tube would start running at 6:30, I trotted off into the dawn to go home to bed only to find that not only was the first train at 7:30, but finding my way to Canada Water station was not helped by the fact that the town planner must have had an epileptic fit on the afternoon he laid the surrounding streets out. Eventually I made it to Waterloo to find the overland trains had been cancelled, so finally I succumbed and got a cab and arrived hom eat 8:15am.
Woke at 1:00pm (so missing Sushi), but made it into town in time for ice cream with a selection of rested post-party people. The lightweights then headed off home to sleep which meant I found myself going to the cinema to see Collateral on my own.
An odd film, I’ll tell you later if I liked it, because I’m really, really not sure. I wouldn’t care to categorise it particularly – I just can’t decide if I’m convinced enough by it or not. Most strange. Perhaps I was just tired and light-headed and so my perceptions were sufficiently skewed not to really relate to the images in front of me. That said the sound quality of the cinema (Empire, Leicester Square) was so bad I wouldn’t recommend anyone go to see it there.
Still oddly lightheaded and hyper (the lack of sleep and sugar diet, kids. It’s a winner) I walked from central London to home and, feeling edgy and full of nervous energy, I took a detour through Battersea park and walked fully around the park several times until I’d calmed.
By this time, it was gone 9pm and the park gates were shut and locked.
So it was that I found myself clambering over a high, spiky wrought iron fence on a Sunday evening just in time for a fat man walking his dog in the street to pause and tell me that there was a turnstile I could get out through about thirty feet away.
Sigh.
And so to bed.
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-20 07:35 am (UTC)I didn't want to go turning the light on in the living room when i recovered my possessions.
And who was snoring in there? It was not pleasant. You could hear it in the garden.
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:56 am (UTC)I want an actual factual bear icon.
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:58 am (UTC)There I was, all determined to do a good deed for the
daymonthyear, and I couldn't. Harrumph.no subject
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Date: 2004-09-20 01:05 pm (UTC)I blame all those years of my parents telling me to go to bed early. That and Rhona was after the chair I was in, so I in turn decided the safest place to hide was behind the mini fridge... :)
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