Gigs update

DJ Yoda was fun. Missed the Bees.

Things I still want to see:

Date	Venue	Who
Friday 12th November	Comberton Theatre, Comberton	Show of Hands
Sunday November 21st	The Junction	The Damned
Sunday December 5th	The Junction	Ezio
Wednesday December 15th	The Junction	New Model Army
Saturday January 29th	the Mean Fiddler	Apocalyptica
Friday February 4th	Brixton Academy	Rammstein

Metalish: Have tickets for NMA and Rammstein. Thinking about Apocalyptica. Vicky, Mike and Mobbsy are going, and I'm very tempted to join them. If anyone else is up for it let me know and I'll organise tickets. I think I can resist The Damned on this occasion.

Folk: Show of Hands is a bit far out, so tempted to skip it. Hmmm, though my mum and dad are here that evening, might have to see if they're up for it again, since they're going in Leeds. Ezio I'd *really* love to see. Can I persuade anyone to come? I can lend you a live CD from last time they played the Junction if you like.

Monday's child is absolutely shattered

I love staying over at Mike's but somehow we really have to learn to sleep instead of staying up half the night talking and *mumble*. At least it was only half I suppose. It's awfully nice at the time but really takes it out of you the next day.

A pleasant Monday overall really: work busy, nice lunch with Richard in town, a quiet afternoon at home and then post-pizza (having skipped the pizza itself) was really nice. Dunno what was different but it definitely seemed to have a very mellow nature. And smelled wonderfully of mulled wine. Today I've mostly been dopey. Work wasn't a complete washout though. TNT said they'd redeliver rjk's computer between 1:30 and 2:30 so I dashed home afterwards to be there in time - and discovered they'd left another not at 1:15. Tomorrow rjk is working from home, although he's had to promise not to open it on work time ;-)

Spent the afternoon asleep and dreaming of putting on a play (badly). It was a bit chalet-school-ish in terms of the other actors, and writing a card for the head teacher, whose name I couldn't remember. The play itself seemed like it was supposed to be awfully familiar. But not familiar enough, since I was trying to do it without learning the lines and ended up adlibbing wildly. I had a moral. And dip. And a tree. And a posh drawing room. And a small fire as a diversionary tactic. Hmmm, hints of Mansfield Park in there now I think of it. All a bit vague. And I was half awake through some of it and found myself telling one of the other dream characters to remind me to actually learn my part next time, even if it was for a dream.

Dinner is cooking now, though god knows what it'll do: curry sauce from a jar but I prepared it for sticking in the oven and then read the label and discovered it was a cook-on-the-hob type. Will see how it comes out I guess. Two CSIs to watch later. Not sure if I've seen the Miami one before or not. I get the suspicion I have but can't really recall the details. Maybe that means it's worth watching again anyway.