||[Feb. 6th, 2004|08:41 pm]
|||||David Bowie - Hallo Spaceboy||]|
It's hot today. I didn't notice till I left Mav's house, because it's usually relatively cool there. My own house, however, is like a bloody oven. Except for my room, of course, with its air conditioning. ;D So I'm sitting around in my underwear sipping champagne and enjoying not roasting like the rest of my family. The champagne is because it's my parents wedding anniversary today. Mav and I utterly failed to celebrate our own 2 year anniversary on Monday night; I think we both got smashed at the Lucky, but we barely saw each other all night. I kept getting distracted talking to Sarah, who's twice my age and still manages to have a startling amount in common with me. She says she used to go to the Lucky in the 80s, when it was apparently full of punks and flamboyantly gay men. I have no idea how I'll describe the pub's current patrons to the next generation, if I'm still around here in 20 years time. I'd say it's a wretched hive of scum and villany, but I don't expect people in the 2020s to be too familiar with Star Wars.
Anyway, the week's been a quiet one at Mav's house. The package Davey sent me (thankyouthankyouthankyou) with the 'Are You Being Served?' tapes I won on eBay arrived near the end of last week, but I haven't been home long enough to watch more than a few episodes (and I can't take them to Mav's, because he doesn't have a VCR, heh). Alas! I do love a good, innuendo-ridden British comedy.
Also, holy shit! I got Mr T spam today:
That's a new one, heh.