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this is a ghost town
Aug. 27th, 2007 12:45 pmYesterday I finally sampled food in the Lincolnshire Poacher, which was good. I also sampled a cider called Moonshine, which looks like diluted apple juice, tastes like diluted apple juice, and is twice as alcoholic as most other ciders. Then the pub had some sort of hillbilly band playing in the yard, which was amusing for about 7 minutes. We all left, and I took the opportunity to show Chris my flat, making it 3 visitors in 13 months, go me! Then it was back to his place, where 'Northern' Ben (yes, more Northern than myself) was semi-comatose in the front room, having consumed more of that killer cider than I had. There was just enough time for me to win a battle of Medieval: Total War 2 completely by luck (not a very good game, I think), and to introduce the residents to the wonders of the VALNØTT Guitar Pedal.
Then it was on to the Chalk'n'Cheese('n'Wine) event down the road. I don't remember much of this, due to excessive wine consumption, though I remember Sam acrobatically falling out of his chair for no apparent reason, me knocking over a glass of wine through telekinesis, and I think I also recall![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
n0tasquirrel beating me at Tekken (which obviously proves what a poor game that is, too..!)
Note also that at least once every 20 minutes for the last 3 days, either myself or a nearby acquaintance has spontaneously started humming the synth intro to Dark Tranquillity's 'Terminus'. What a classic track.
Dunno what to do today. It might involve going to town to attempt to buy an adapter for my new electric razor, which requires a special shaver socket. Needless to say, this wasn't clear from the packaging. It occurs to me that I don't think I've ever lived anywhere which had such sockets in the house, which is intriguing.
I just found the profile of someone who was in the bin-burning mob at the Bloodstock festival. Am I surprised to see he's 15 years old? No, I am not.
Finally, you don't often read about black metal in the Washington Post. I certainly don't expect them to talk about dodgy bands I saw in a half-empty pub here in Notts, but there you go.
Then it was on to the Chalk'n'Cheese('n'Wine) event down the road. I don't remember much of this, due to excessive wine consumption, though I remember Sam acrobatically falling out of his chair for no apparent reason, me knocking over a glass of wine through telekinesis, and I think I also recall
n0tasquirrel beating me at Tekken (which obviously proves what a poor game that is, too..!)Note also that at least once every 20 minutes for the last 3 days, either myself or a nearby acquaintance has spontaneously started humming the synth intro to Dark Tranquillity's 'Terminus'. What a classic track.
Dunno what to do today. It might involve going to town to attempt to buy an adapter for my new electric razor, which requires a special shaver socket. Needless to say, this wasn't clear from the packaging. It occurs to me that I don't think I've ever lived anywhere which had such sockets in the house, which is intriguing.
I just found the profile of someone who was in the bin-burning mob at the Bloodstock festival. Am I surprised to see he's 15 years old? No, I am not.
Finally, you don't often read about black metal in the Washington Post. I certainly don't expect them to talk about dodgy bands I saw in a half-empty pub here in Notts, but there you go.
