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Since last Wednesday:
Jul. 6th, 2009 07:28 pmThursday - I went out to the Tap and Tumbler and then Damage to listen to loud metal. That was the most fun I've had on an evening out for months, I think. Overconsumption of cider may have played a part. On top of the usual friendly attendees we had Charles visiting from California for his annual pilgrimage, which was good. Also, a girl spoke to me, which was novel, although she was just mocking my 'dancing', which is fair enough really.
During the evening I started developing a sore throat, which almost always signifies a virus of some sort in my case. Could it be Swine Flu? Rumours were going round that a friend of a friend had it, so I suppose it could have been. Friday morning came, and I still felt 'wrong', and I debated not going into work, but then I figured it would be a bit lame if I took a sick day and it turned out to just be a common cold. After work Charles summoned some of us to the Salutation to drink and talk. A table of geeks meant that before long we were talking about call with current continuation, developing in Objective C for the iPhone, and other stuff we wouldn't dare mention in mixed company. This led to the people on the table next to us abandoning their half-consumed drinks and leaving the pub. Forced out by boredom! Great.
Saturday rolled around and by now the sore throat had subsided and the runny nose started! Fun times. But, no fever or anything like it, so I guess this isn't Swine Flu, or even the deadlier variety, Man Flu. Disappointing. I met up with Lisa in the evening for fresh-and-expensive orange juice in the Alley Café and chuckled a bit at the noticeboard which was half full of your typical health food and natural living stuff and the other half full of counselling and psychotherapy business cards. Not getting enough meat makes you feeble-minded, it seems. I said nothing of this to my vegetarian companion.
Sunday, I arranged to meet Becky in the Pit and Pendulum for a Whine And Dine™ session. This was followed by wandering around in the sunshine, ending up sitting near a pub where Charlie was out enjoying Pimms. I went home briefly before being summoned back to town by Charles for more drinks. We started at the Pit and Pendulum again, which was was busy and noisy so we moved onto the bar at Broadway Cinema for interesting European beers, set to a soundtrack of some warbly folk/pop/world-music girl with an acoustic guitar playing in the bar area to mark the end of some sort of film festival - surreal. We had a few too many of these beers and I distinctly remember Andy writing something offensive on some sort of suggestions box in the reception area. So we can probably never go back there. A girl spoke to me there too, just saying 'hello' as she passed. That's quite unusual. Maybe she was as drunk as I was. I got home at a little before 2, which was a bad idea with work in the morning. I am normally much more reserved with my drinking but Charles isn't in town every week.
This morning, as expected, I was in a lot of alcohol-induced head pain. I blame it on not having had 2 meals the day before. It took at least 3 attempts to get out of bed and 3 further attempts at not falling straight back into it, but I still made it to work, with my headache and my lack of sleep and my lesser piglet flu. Go me.
We had band practice in the new practice room this evening, which went ok. The overall sound leaves a bit to be desired but I'm sure we'll tweak things over the coming weeks. It's great to have somewhere that doesn't force us to stick to a rigid time slot, although sharing equipment with people who have amputated arms and giant snakes attached to the drum kit will take a little getting used to.
During the evening I started developing a sore throat, which almost always signifies a virus of some sort in my case. Could it be Swine Flu? Rumours were going round that a friend of a friend had it, so I suppose it could have been. Friday morning came, and I still felt 'wrong', and I debated not going into work, but then I figured it would be a bit lame if I took a sick day and it turned out to just be a common cold. After work Charles summoned some of us to the Salutation to drink and talk. A table of geeks meant that before long we were talking about call with current continuation, developing in Objective C for the iPhone, and other stuff we wouldn't dare mention in mixed company. This led to the people on the table next to us abandoning their half-consumed drinks and leaving the pub. Forced out by boredom! Great.
Saturday rolled around and by now the sore throat had subsided and the runny nose started! Fun times. But, no fever or anything like it, so I guess this isn't Swine Flu, or even the deadlier variety, Man Flu. Disappointing. I met up with Lisa in the evening for fresh-and-expensive orange juice in the Alley Café and chuckled a bit at the noticeboard which was half full of your typical health food and natural living stuff and the other half full of counselling and psychotherapy business cards. Not getting enough meat makes you feeble-minded, it seems. I said nothing of this to my vegetarian companion.
Sunday, I arranged to meet Becky in the Pit and Pendulum for a Whine And Dine™ session. This was followed by wandering around in the sunshine, ending up sitting near a pub where Charlie was out enjoying Pimms. I went home briefly before being summoned back to town by Charles for more drinks. We started at the Pit and Pendulum again, which was was busy and noisy so we moved onto the bar at Broadway Cinema for interesting European beers, set to a soundtrack of some warbly folk/pop/world-music girl with an acoustic guitar playing in the bar area to mark the end of some sort of film festival - surreal. We had a few too many of these beers and I distinctly remember Andy writing something offensive on some sort of suggestions box in the reception area. So we can probably never go back there. A girl spoke to me there too, just saying 'hello' as she passed. That's quite unusual. Maybe she was as drunk as I was. I got home at a little before 2, which was a bad idea with work in the morning. I am normally much more reserved with my drinking but Charles isn't in town every week.
This morning, as expected, I was in a lot of alcohol-induced head pain. I blame it on not having had 2 meals the day before. It took at least 3 attempts to get out of bed and 3 further attempts at not falling straight back into it, but I still made it to work, with my headache and my lack of sleep and my lesser piglet flu. Go me.
We had band practice in the new practice room this evening, which went ok. The overall sound leaves a bit to be desired but I'm sure we'll tweak things over the coming weeks. It's great to have somewhere that doesn't force us to stick to a rigid time slot, although sharing equipment with people who have amputated arms and giant snakes attached to the drum kit will take a little getting used to.
