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03 April 2010 @ 11:22 pm
"Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink."  
Ouf! I am ker-nackered. I have foolishly invited around a coterie of chums for lunch and tea tomorrow, and have spent all day shopping and domesticking in anticipation. (Also I went to Roehampton Library, whose online catalogue had LIED to me, but which contained an assortment of other books that looked interesting, and bought a top; more anon.) Anyway, living room and hall are now mostly tidied, I have made our starter (vee delish - always a possibility there will be none left by the time folk arrive), our pudding, and prepared veg etc, so all is going well. I have even written a timeline for tomorrow morning, which will probably be abandoned by approximately 8.03, but nevermind.

Anyway, in other news: on Tuesday night Katie and I went to see Steve Carlson and various other people perform at Underbelly in Hoxton, which was jolly nice. Nice venue with some epic sofa/throne action, and just a nice chilled-out evening. (And chilled out is right because the temperature dropped liek woah and it was fucking freezing. And raining.) On Wednesday night, we went with Chloe to see a hideous, hideous dance film at Bad Film Club chez Barbican, which may have ruined me now for life. On Thursday I had the day off (very nice; very unproductive) and buzzed into town to meet Helen and Katherine for dinner off Trafalgar Square, moving onto drinks in a random pub, where Helen made me do her work for her. Harsh, Helen, harsh. However I was bought a lemonade to compensate, so fair enough, really. Katherine and I ended up getting the 9 to Hammersmith, which was hijously slow through traffic, and then I just missed the 33 so had to wait 20 minutes, but not too bad. Friday evening, I am happy to report, I stayed in and did not communicate with anyone. Actually, I can't even remember what I did yesterday. Acquired groceries, mostly, I think. And watched the end of the last series of Doctor Who. (I love John Simm as the Master. And I love Timothy Dalton being a baddie. And I love Wilfred. And I love Ten and his epic lonely dark angst. And I love Jessica Hynes. AND I LOVE MARTHA JONES TILL THE END OF TIME.)

So, that brings us back to today, encompassing, as previously noted, a visit to Roehampton Library, a visit to Kingston to buy possibly the world's prettiest top (even though I am supposed to spend no money this month) and a roasting tin to accommodate the massive leg of lamb currently taking up our entire fridge, a fleeting visit to Sainsburys in Kingston for rosemary (which they did not have) and pancetta (which they did not have), a fleeting visit to Tesco in Richmond for rosemary (which they did not have) and pancetta (which they did not have), and finally a fleeting visit to Waitrose (also in Richmond) for rosemary (which they did not have) and pancetta (which they did not have). Poo. Then I came home and instead of collapsing with exhaustion, as every instinct begged me to do, I instead embarked upon my ambitious plan of works to get Fangirl Towers shipshape and Bristol fashion. Oh, and I laid the table, but failed to iron the tablecloth. Whatevs. And then I watched Doctor Who, which I really enjoyed (and loved young!Amelia Pond).

But I am very tired now, and so to bed.
katherineakatherinea on April 3rd, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)
I had to wait 9 minutes for my train from S Bush. Was a bad night for public transport.
If you are very lucky you will get to hear all about my bus fail today tomorrow.
lady_with_catslady_with_cats on April 4th, 2010 05:40 am (UTC)
How can we NOT love young!Amelia Pond? She's adorable, and rather unafraid (plus, she didn't make a face at the custard and fishfingers... SHE'S AMAZING. I MADE FACES.). :D But I *do* like foxy, ginger Amy Pond (who does *not* look away when the Doctor changes...) rather much too.
ungratefulwench: Being Human Mitchell Scatter Cushions?ungratefulwench on April 5th, 2010 12:01 pm (UTC)
I hope the lunch and tea happenings were joyful. I do find it baffling that supermarkets fail to stock basic herb-related items and yet will cheerfully offer you fifty types of cheap cider. It's a world gone mad.
joyeucejoyeuce on April 6th, 2010 03:33 pm (UTC)
Thank God, someone else in the world who loves Martha! I was starting to think I was the only one. Amy/Amelia was good fun, but I'm reserving judgement on the new Doctor.