Hi all. We watched that "Avatar" film last week. Wow! I recall watching Freddie Crugar's last film in 3d against my better judgment and it wasn't this good. I turned to a bloke on in the next seat and asked "do you know where the toilets are?" "Don't ask me mate" He said. "I'm in the movie!" Back to freddie claw hands. Did anyone do what I did and put the glasses on at the start of the film, only to discover sometime later and sporting a slight headache that only halfway through was the actual 3d bit? Ever felt a bit of a prat? Good enough.
Good gig on Saturday last. The bloke who's Birthday it was (Billy) seemed well impressed with the show. He want's to become a dj himself one day. Nice bloke. The funniest thing was a little girl called page who with her mate was supplying me with most of the requests at the start as everyone else was drinking and talking. She asked me all sorts of questions about the show saying she too wanted to do my job one day. "I'll just get a chair" she said "as my feet hurt". So over she went in her fairy outfit and got a chair twice as big as herself. Plonked it down next to the console and stood on it to get a better view of my mixing! ha ha! Don't you just love kids and their pragmatism!
Well can't talk any longer as I'm off to get a long overdue haircut.
Have a lovely week!
Hi all. Hey this is exciting! I'm writing a new blog and I've absolutely no idea where it's going to go. I don't have a clue what I'm going to say. So what's new? I'm glad to get some post at last by the way. Seems like everyone took the last three days off last week regardless of how hard it actually was or wasn't to get the car out in the snow (or lack thereof after Wednesday). I couldn't get a haircut, I couldn't go to the gym, my tooth broke and guess what? yep. Even the ruddy dentist was skiving off! I know that the ice was still around on the minor roads but I can't say I found it a problem. Anything that makes driving more interesting is ok in my book. Maybe if I lived in hilly Pulborough or somewhere I might have had some legitimate excuse. A close friend of mine was telling me how an articulated truck was trying to negotiate the stupidly tiny road system in mountainous Brighton that leads to the back door of "Boots the chemically-overwhelmed-if-you-work there shop and started sliding sideways towards a tiny pub on the corner. I bet those drinkers must have been questioning their love of alcohol that day! Well finally this morning the letters came through my box and I felt like Blue Peter after launching a Christmas appeal. Posty must have felt like Santa clause today. Perhaps I should go for a work out, sort out a dental appointment and get my haircut? Stupidly I can't be bothered yet. I'm beginning to wonder whether it wouldn't be ok if I just lived with half a back tooth. Spend £45 or live with a slightly jagged rear molar? Hmm...
Booking for parties and wedding dj's are coming through again too so I'd better stay here in my unbelievably snug new Jumper (thanks Becky) and a cup of reasonably hot Lady Grey. That reminds me. Becks left the kettle on the other night (empty) and I woke up to find the bottom had melted out. I asked her why she left it empty of liquid and apparently in Germany that's the advice for kettles. (?) I reminded her once too often that it was better to always leave some water in it and an argument ensued. Never bollock someone too often (even as nicely as me) when they know damn well they've cocked up. Especially a woman who's just not long gotten up in the morning! What was I thinking?
I wanted to email my aunt and uncle the other day to answer their annual letter and Christmas card the easy way. I'd written the email and then Bugger! For some reason unbeknown to me I'd lost their email address for the THIRD time. Rather than admit it, I Googled my Uncle for the next three hours and finally...Finally I actually found his email address. Aaah the sweet taste of success...He wrote back to my question saying: yes this is us.You must have googled me to get this address. You might have had a problem getting through, as we've had two major virus attacks and have had to change our usual address so sorry about that. So what does your truly do? I write back to them and openly admit that actually I'm ashamed to admit that I actually lost your address....Has anyone ever told you you're too honest? duh!
Have a great week and don't get too depressed (time of year and all that) Remember it's all downhill now until summer with fresh mown grass and heyfever. Hmm... perhaps winter isn't so bad...
See you next time.