2009 — 11 December: Friday
Toothache is low on my list of favourite things, particularly when it rules out hot cups of tea, dammit. I mean, how's a chap supposed to cope without copious ingestions of the miracle infusion? Just back (it's 01:50 and slightly sub-zero out there) from a couple of films and a meal with Mike. I've discovered a new breed of moron: un-named as yet, but characterised by a tendency to follow you too close and keep full beam headlights on. I really think the practical driving test should include a night time section to help cull such idiots (ideally before they spawn).
G'night.
Continuing
Your (my) brain gets a bit of a workout when a morning cuppa is off the agenda. It's 10:18 and I've only relatively recently resurfaced. So far today I've learned that that Darling chap Brown highly praises that Darling chap Darling. That motorists are very little deterred by fines from using mobile phones while driving. That Scotland has the highest incidence of MS cases in the world. And (sadly) that the antibiotics don't immediately solve the toothy sensation — not that the last of these comes as any surprise.
I was unaware of what the LOTR director Peter Jackson had turned his hand to. But I found mixed reviews of it here. Mind you, I was also previously unaware1 of that "metacritic" site until finding it in a list of 100 "essential" web sites posted by the Guardian. And only then after I'd first spent (wasted) some time passive-aggressively here.
Better get some breakfast before it's time for lunch. It seems a little warmer outside, but is undeniably dull and grey. Could it be winter?
The adventurer returns...
... after a spur of the moment decision to accept the offer of lunch out at "Poppies" followed by a minor-league hunt for a 26" cat-proof flat screen TV for my inviter's living room interspersed with a battery-charging pootle around some of the local lanes. It's now 14:30, what little bit of blue that we could see up there has gone grey again, and I've put on an extra layer of fleece as I huddle around my flickering candle. I could always reset the central heating timer, of course, but that would be too easy. Now I realise why Christa was sometimes quite multi-layered, I guess :-)
I'm going to try a cuppa!
I will probably regret it, but going cold turkey is tedious. Meanwhile, I found this interesting, but then I always like to say I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body. (That line goes down a lot better in gay company — of either gender — than with my "straight" chums. I've often wondered why that is. But then humour is at least as weird as sexuality by the time culture, religion, and education have all muddied the water, as it were.)
Later
Having just devoured the last of "Big Bang Theory" season #2, it's official. It's up there with "Seinfeld" and "Larry Sanders". Fabulous, and a great diversion from toothache, actually. I wonder if "Two and a half men" is as good? Crikey, it's 21:40 and I completely forgot to catch HIGNFY. I must be slipping.