2006 — Day 10 - Monday mornings, don'tcha just love 'em?
I haven't a clue what to write yet, but I couldn't resist my (non)-working title! Maybe I should form a rock group; the Townroom Bats, perhaps?
So far, we've explored three Chinese restaurants as potential venues for the retirement "do" but they all look to be "very" Chinese. Mind you, one offers a private room with Karaoke facilities -- what more could one want?
Pre-prandial perambulations1
Amusingly, I learned the word "perambulation" from an over-heated (and over-rated) John Masters novel that was passed around my Junior School as "hot stuff". But I digress. Having leapt on my Virgin recently, I took heed of His Master's Voice this morning while she who must be adored was researching weightier matters of an investment strategy bent. Thus the video collection now also holds:
- Cousins (long-standing soft spots for la bella Isabella and Ms Young)
- Crash (in its two-disc Director's cut2 version)
- Sir Henry at Rawlinson End (who could forget Scrotum, the wrinkled retainer?)
- Waitress! (an early outing from Troma, it seems)
I spent jolly nearly my full hour in HMV, untroubled by the usual heaving masses of students (sleeping off hangovers in morning lectures, I trust) and was able to scour the shelves quite thoroughly. I admit I dithered a little over David Mercer's film version of "Morgan, a suitable case for treatment" but I don't remember that much from it, apart from the "Morgan is sad today, sadder than yesterday" operatic riff from David Warner in the title rôle. And the gorilla suit, of course. However, the need for fiscal responsibility looms ever nearer.
Actually I even idly browsed the job ads in today's Guardian media section, having got home just too late to catch "Working Lunch". While I like to think I could do most of them, there were some calling acronymically for skills I know not of. Another sign of Grumpydom, I suspect. And they are so badly written!