Yesterday was very exciting. I went to the cinema. Okay, so I went to the cinema all on my lonesome. But then again what else does one to on a boring Sunday afternoon once one has recovered from Saturday's night excesses — my black pudding, bacon and eggs helped with the recovery. I went to see M. Night Shyamalan's The Village... I didn't guess the twist. But then again I'm not very bright and I tend to just sit there and let films wash over me. I sort of guessed a couple of the turns but not the twist. I thought it was a pretty good film. Not amazing. But pretty good.
The first thing that I did when I got home was to check who the pretty girlie was on IMDb. And the first thing I did after finding out her name, was to look at her age. This is what I do every time I see a pretty girlie in a film or TV show. Why do I bother? It's not as if I'm ever going to meet any of these girls... and yet still my transient fantasy needs to be bolstered or diminished by me knowing their ages. For the record Bryce Dallas Howard was born in 1981.
Last night I went downstairs to the bar. Yeah I know: surprise, sur-fucking-prise. In fact from about 9:30 until 10:00 I was pacing back and forth throughout my flat — it's a very good flat for pacing — until the arbitrarily appointed hour at which I could go downstairs and have a beer was reached. I think my logic was that if I waited until two hours before it closed I couldn't get too drunk. Sadly (and happily), this logic failed. I ended up sat out the back of the bar with my two neighbours (one of whom happens to be the landlord) drinking beer and bullshitting politics until three in the morning. We then spent the next thirty minutes continuing the bullshitting in the corridor outside my flat.
Needless to say it was very difficult to make my 11:15 meeting. Even though I got out of bed at 9 o'clock it took such a long time to shower and eat breakfast that I ended up 5 minutes late. Breakfast was particularly difficult as my stomach wasn't fully co-operative. But after many small bites and much pacing I was victorious over the cereal.
Now I'm debating whether to go downstairs to the bar or stay up here and watch the Daily Show. At the moment I'm leaning towards the bar... but that was probably self-evident.
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