Now...

Quote of the moment: Well, at least that one cleared the flowerbed...

Lo. I have decided to postpone the epic tale til tomorrow at least, because I cba to try and remember stuff like that at the moment... So in between that, comes a random sit-rep on "now"...

Last night: Was feeling in a very odd mood... Needing to get out of the house, type thing... at around 2am. Decided waking parents up getting the car out wasnt a good plan, but cba to walk or cycle, so opened the garage, took the handbrake off in the car and wheeled it out onto the drive, then out onto the road, before hopping in and driving off, thus avoiding making any conspicious revvings by the house or spraying the gravel etc... Virgin radio had passed the time of "I'm a paragon of virtue" Jezza and was onto playing music without chat, so had that on, and was quite impressed... Can't remember any of what was on apart from "Where the streets have no name", which was quite apt... I apologise now to Podge for causing her to fume at her lack of freedom to escpae thus, etc etc...

So anyway, drove up to the A120, headed down to Freeport, windows down and hair going even madder than normal... Pulled into the pertol station on the off chance they had some lighter fluid, of which more later, but no... However, a pair of rude-n00bs in a "souped up" citroen pulled in for petrol, so I waited for them to leave, then headed out and had a fun little race back down the A120... pulled off at the first junction by Great Notley having passed them, then straight back on at the next junction and flashed past them again because they'd slowed down after I turned off... Tres amusant, les chaps in caps... (And probably shaved eyebrows and tucked in socks as well)...

Today:

Didn't do much... Was eventually woken up around 1pm by the lawnmower, or something... Since my mum managed to find some lighter fluid in Braintree, I had to walk the dog, after which I was permitted to trial my "tennis ball mortar" on the patio... This, by the way, is one of the devices in a book I have called "Backyard Ballistics"... I have chosen this summer to eventually get using the instructions in it, instead of just dreaming of shooting at the Head's house with a potato cannon :D

Sadly, my first attempt at the mortar (made with pringles tubes and gaffer tape) failed misserably... My dad was spot on when he said my Quote of the Moment: it literally did only make it over the flowerbed, on the best of my variations of shooting. Oops... Also, on one attempt where I made the touch-hole too big (and had to fill it again with more gaffer tape which then melted :D) I had a big back-draft, which singed all the hairs off the inside of my wrist... Oops!

Other than that... Watched Battle Royale again tonight... the Japenese film where a class of teenagers get 3 days, last man standing, on an island, with weapons ranging from Uzis to saucepan lids... Tis a gory gem, with pr0 classicalish music too... The theme from Platoon at one point, for example...

Hmmm... that's about it for now... If anyone's in the Felsted region at any time, phone me... 01245 362151... If anyone's tried texting me, you won't have had a reply because my mobile is still in the possession of MRC after I unwisely jettisoned it in a dressing gown during the last night of term festivities... :D pfft, it was buggered anyway! The only thing I could do on it was make outbound calls... Useless Siemens junk! :p

Anyway (my overused word of the year), I really will be off now... G'night, all!