How can anyone not be in awe of a TV series where one episode ends with an enraged, lunatic surgeon hurling milk bottles and shouting “you haven’t even got a cock!” at two women walking down the street (possible nuns) whilst driving a milk float.
Anyway, how was your week then? Mine was ok. There have been a few hiccups however:
For example, on Friday I went to badminton (as is often my custom) and I used my nice brand new racquet which I have been using for a few weeks now. Last game, singles, very fun, winning, SODDING STRING BREAKS! ARGH! This is just typical me. I have never (by some miracle) broken a string before, so a few weeks after breaking my frame, I go and break the string. The only good news is that I will get the chance to get some better string on it. Normally however I prefer to dictate the timing.
Oh, back tracking a little, Uni has been ok this last week, although getting a bit boring as we approach the holiday, such is life. I have spend most of my time working on upgrades for my gallery (with a decent admin section being top of the list, although a search and “recently added” will soon follow).
Anyway, back to Saturday. Went off to London with a friend to the science museum. Not fully sure how this all came about, I just got a text asking me if I wanted to go (out of the blue) and then less than 24 hours afterwards I was there. Funny how these things happen. So we toured almost the entire building reading all of interest and eating over-priced sandwiches.
Having “done the museum” we took the tube to the ex wobbly bridge (which I never got to go over when it wobbled (bloody engineers)) and then wandered (in the rain) to Merrill Lynch and then Oxford street shops. Suffice to say the place was busy. So much so the police (community support “not real police men (people)” officers) had shifted into “crowd control mode” and seemed to want to have parts of it one-way. As I’m sure you can imagine, having parts of a street at one-way pedestrian wise will always lead to a mess. Sure enough it did.
Alas, we brave soles fought tooth and claw through the masses to make it to that mecca on the day before mothers day, the chocolate shop. The deed was done and we moved homeward (via a nice pub for supplies).
True to form (with the clocks changing that night) I slept late on Sunday morning and forgot to give said present which kind of defied the entire point of Sunday (bar lunch). Thank god for Mondays.
Oh, and a friend of mine has been kind enough to make me look like an Ork.