Wednesday, October 27, 2004

RIP Kurt, Brian and John Peel...

Quotes of the moment:

I have my train ticket to Edinburgh! Score! £57.25 from Bishop's Stortford to Edinburgh, with 1/3 off for a railcard. That's an open ticket too, so if I miss a connection or anything, I just wait 30 minutes for another one, nullus anxietas... One where you pick the train (And they reserve you a seat) would have been a bit less, but they'd all been sold already... Plus I don't trust myself to definitely get up in time!

Today I went to THE DENTIST. (Cue shock and awe music). As I have pr0 teeth, the dentist told me to piss off pronto :P Unlike my dear sisters, both of whom need fillings. Mwahahahaha! I am invincible! We then went to Stortford to buy/book(not applicable this time) my ticket. All the time being chaffeured by my dear sister Victoria. She who never updates her blog, you ask? The very same! It was rather eventful... She still hasn't got the hang of 5th gear much! But we made it safely from Stortford back along the A120 to Freeport, where my dear sisters looked at shoes and dresses, and I bought myself a mahoosive woolly jumper... 'Cept it's acrylic, not wool. Anyway, it was cheap, which has a kind of magnetic attraction for Scrooges like me. Sighage! I also bought, for £6.99 each, The Darkness' Permission to Land, and Jet's Get Born. Hurrah! Go me!

Tonight's important viewing: The first episode of Series 4 of Teachers. It wasn't as bad as it could have been! As the man from the Sunday Times says, having lost all of the original main characters (the best ones having gone after series 2, to appear in Love Actually!) the humour is, wisely, shifted more onto the older staff than the new additions. It was pretty good, though I couldn't help wondering what happened to the rubber chicken when Kurt and Brian died?!

Fitness Report: I've been playing with my weights loads... going through all the exercises in the chart. Started with 10lbs, am now on 15... still n00b weights, but I'm progressing... can do 25 on the normal curls, but some of the other stuff is t3h hard! Like lifting your arms up to flat out, and then lowering them again, counting 3 seconds each way. It's worse than just holding them out, and I reckon that a rifle weighs about 10/15lbs, and that's a classic punishment, being made to stand with your arms out straight and a rifle in each one! It used to be holding your rifle out straight in front of you, but then someone went and introduced a new compact, lighter rifle, and the P.T. instructors had to get 'inventive'... Anyway, soon I shall have huge shoulders to go with my huge belly! Hurrah for me!

Request from the Management: Please feel free to scroll down through the oodles I've spooled out recently. It will only take you as long to catch up as it would to read one Koel-sized entry!

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