I've never thought of making furniture out of any of the cast

Things I have learned this week/end:

a) I like:
(i) porridge
(ii) Maria Callas

b) Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games are the most boring things that ever existed. I am looking after my friend's Kings of Chaos account whilst he has gone on holiday to a place where it is always the 60s (and never 1971) and is thus ADSL-bereft. You have to log on every half an hour to train untrained mercenaries, buy attack specialists and spend gold on Invisibility Shields, Elven Cloaks and Dragon Skins, otherwise you get "sabbed", i.e. have your gold stolen. I let my tamagotchi die because it was too much like having a child; this is 10 x worse. It is very tempting to kill all of the troops, form alliances with R's enemies and send abusive replies to the 93 unread messages. There'd better be a Nick Berry mug for me when R gets back from Heartbeat.

c) I am not as bad at maths/numbers/mental arithmetic as I think I am. Continual exposure to work accounts (and working out how many grappling hooks and flaming arrows I can buy with "my" gold) has led to me being able to work out sums in my head and be less flustered by numeracy. In fact, I am sick of my schtick, the "I don't like...." and "I'm no good at ....". The process of determining oneself in one's twenties, leads one to become closed to stuff that doesn't fit into the definition. I don't think this has anything to do with confidence: I was interested in everything in my teens. Perhaps my thirties can be about becoming less narrowly-defined, more open to whatever comes along, be it fennel or rollerskating or opposite ends of the culture spectrum.

d) Contrary to the above, shopping still makes me anxious. It's always too hot inside shops and the beauty sections of department stores send me into panicky Bloke mode, eager to grab the nearest thing and exit. However, John Lewis's Xmas decs were pretty.



e) 2046 is a sort of Chinese Peter Greenaway directed by David Lynch.

f) Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid would have been a much better film if the jokes had been written out.

g) Columbia Road Flower Market is probably nicer in the sunshine.

h) Hackney City Farm's breakfasts are a bit of a rip-off, but the animals (all of whom were sensibly in their pens out of the drizzle, except the chickens - but then again, poultry is exceptionally stupid) are cute.



i) Scotland have their own (nationalist-led) parliament now; can't they decide on their own Greenwich Mean Time and let us Englanders live in perpetual British English Summer Time?

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In other news, regular Corrie watchers should love this interview; it made me hiccup with happiness.

I've never thought of making furniture out of any of the cast

Things I have learned this week/end:

a) I like:
(i) porridge
(ii) Maria Callas

b) Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games are the most boring things that ever existed. I am looking after my friend's Kings of Chaos account whilst he has gone on holiday to a place where it is always the 60s (and never 1971) and is thus ADSL-bereft. You have to log on every half an hour to train untrained mercenaries, buy attack specialists and spend gold on Invisibility Shields, Elven Cloaks and Dragon Skins, otherwise you get "sabbed", i.e. have your gold stolen. I let my tamagotchi die because it was too much like having a child; this is 10 x worse. It is very tempting to kill all of the troops, form alliances with R's enemies and send abusive replies to the 93 unread messages. There'd better be a Nick Berry mug for me when R gets back from Heartbeat.

c) I am not as bad at maths/numbers/mental arithmetic as I think I am. Continual exposure to work accounts (and working out how many grappling hooks and flaming arrows I can buy with "my" gold) has led to me being able to work out sums in my head and be less flustered by numeracy. In fact, I am sick of my schtick, the "I don't like...." and "I'm no good at ....". The process of determining oneself in one's twenties, leads one to become closed to stuff that doesn't fit into the definition. I don't think this has anything to do with confidence: I was interested in everything in my teens. Perhaps my thirties can be about becoming less narrowly-defined, more open to whatever comes along, be it fennel or rollerskating or opposite ends of the culture spectrum.

d) Contrary to the above, shopping still makes me anxious. It's always too hot inside shops and the beauty sections of department stores send me into panicky Bloke mode, eager to grab the nearest thing and exit. However, John Lewis's Xmas decs were pretty.



e) 2046 is a sort of Chinese Peter Greenaway directed by David Lynch.

f) Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid would have been a much better film if the jokes had been written out.

g) Columbia Road Flower Market is probably nicer in the sunshine.

h) Hackney City Farm's breakfasts are a bit of a rip-off, but the animals (all of whom were sensibly in their pens out of the drizzle, except the chickens - but then again, poultry is exceptionally stupid) are cute.



i) Scotland have their own (nationalist-led) parliament now; can't they decide on their own Greenwich Mean Time and let us Englanders live in perpetual British English Summer Time?

*
In other news, regular Corrie watchers should love this interview; it made me hiccup with happiness.