I’m going to see Nina Simone!
I’m going to see Nina Simone!
I’m going to see Nina Simone!

Roll on 8th November.

I know this is probably ultimately sad to admit, but Monday nights now just aren’t the same without “Six Feet Under” being on C4. (That’s our fourth terrestrial channel, Elayne and any other non-UK readers.) It’s been a quiet night – the joys of not going to bed ’til 3.30 this morning (walking people home @ 1am is yet another way my body has of re-waking up at inopportune moments, so it took ’til then before I was tired again.) so in theory at least, I’m planning an earlyish night.

And thank frig I’ve finished the book on my reading list – Mandrake by Paul Eddy. What a sack of shite. I know, I’ve belted on about it on the main page too, but Jesus H Christ on a floppy pine trike, it’s bad. So now I can read something nice and simple, which is all my little braincell can cope with right now.

Goodnight – I hope.

Note to self : No matter how tired you are, how little sleep you’ve had, going to sleep while shaving, in fact going to sleep while the “safety” razor is in contact with your face is a REALLY bad idea.

It’ll stop bleeding soon, I’m sure.

RIFSP (Rest in Flaming Shattered Pieces) Baroness Young. Tributes are pouring in? Not from me, they’re bloody not. She was an evil cow, and should rot in hell with every other bigot. And yes, I agree with Peter Tatchell’s comment here about the old bitch.

The world is a better place now she’s gone.

Sometimes I read something that just HAS to be passed on to more people. The Chronicles of George is one of those sites.

I can’t say more without giving it away – but you know when you call an IT helpdesk for the second time about an issue, and the person says “can you just run through it from the start for me”? George is the kind of person you maybe unlucky enough to speak to first, so no-one else knows exactly what’s happened – and these are some of the case notes he leaves before your second call…

Happy Day

Ah, sleep – that’s been good. Six solid (OK, solidish, I woke up a couple of times) hours of sleep. I feel almost human. Most unnatural. But I do feel good for it, I must say.

And then I walk downstairs, and there’s a box on the floor that’s obviously come through the letterbox. (Impressive – not even a scrape on it – so why do the tiniest letters get scrunched up, and a fuck-off box gets through fine?) It’s a box from Britannia. A box with Lord of the Rings on DVD.

Now – this is weird – no WAY would I have ordered it on DVD yet, because I’m waiting ’til November when the special edition biggie DVD comes out. Oh, and by the way, I’m not a member of Britannia. Check the box again – nope, it’s addressed to me, so that’s OK. I just didn’t order it. Look at the price. That can’t be right. £1.47??? Ah well, I might even pay that for it, and still get the Special One – I can always flog it to one of the gits on the market, if nothing else. Or give it to my brother to bore his pants off again. (His comment coming out of the film was “I wasted three hours of my life on that shite, and it doesn’t even End?“)

But why did it come to me? I didn’t order it. Technically I didn’t even want it (yet). But for that price, well *shrug* why not? But do companies like Britannia and so on do that? Just send stuff out randomly, or according to some weird mailing list, and see who buys it, who sends it back, and who just doesn’t say a word?

And if I do buy it, does that mean I go on the “suckers who buy shit they didn’t order” mailing list, so I’ll be plagued with more bizarre shite til the day I die/move…?

I’m pissed off. Over the last couple of weeks, about half my decent plants have pegged it. And I don’t know why.

The clivia (she of the orange flowers) is no more.
The leopard lily (she of the nice leaves and weird flowery bits) has popped it’s clogs.
The boston lily (it of the mad growth patterns and odd stubbly mace-like flowers) has shuffled off it’s mortal coil.

And the only common factor I can find is that they’ve all flowered recently. None of my other weeds (WEED = Plant that grows) have flowered and they’re all still doing fine. In fact, the rubber plant is making up for the three dead ‘uns.

But they’re dead. So I’ve got some empty pots, and I’ll buy some more weeds to go in them soon. Along with earth, and all that other gardeny shite. I may even plonk on some photos when I do it, depending how bored I am, and if it’s a slownews day.