I know it's early December, but for some reason I can't stop thinking about Easter eggs.
I have just finished my second bottle of Yazoo of the day. I bought them at one of those dimly lit international food stores while I was picking up milk. The label on the shelf said that they were two for one, which seemed good, but they didn't actually have a price attached. When I got to the counter, the counter-man audibly tallied my three milk products and promptly charged me three quid.
The milk was one of those which is designed to look like four pints but is really only two litres, which contributed to my feeling of having been perhaps slightly duped. Still, anything is better than lying awake in bed at night wondering if all of your house mates secretly hate you because you're consuming more milk than you provide.
What a very boring story. I also do exciting things, like that one time on Tuesday that I went to a pub quiz. I have written a short radio play about something that happened there:
Actual quotes are emboldened
Scenario: A pub. Chinking glasses, chit chat, all that sort of thing. A microphoneman is running a quiz through a reliable but low quality sound system. David and Isaac are sat at the same table, with some of their friends, who are also their fellow quizmen.
DAVID: "Oh boy I am having so much fun at this quiz it really is the knees on a bee"
ISAAC: (Communisticly) "Shuddup Dave"
D: "I do hope ever so much that we win. It was awful rummy getting the answer right on that picture round and claiming our lovely wine prize"
I: "Dave be quiet it's the next question and we have to listen so that we can hear it and then get it right when we answer so that we can win the whole quiz"
MICROPHONEMAN: "Question 21: What name did scientists give to a recently discovered, five horned dinosaur?"
D: (Quite logically) "What's the one with three horns... Triceratops. Uhh... Pentaceratops? I think it makes sense."
I: "It's not pentaceratops"
Isaac's pen scratches loudly on the paper as he writes something stupid.
D: "Dracorex Hogwartsia! That is a very stupid name for a dinosaur."
I: "They named a dinosaur that recently."
D: "I think my answer makes more sense"
I: "Dave, they stopped naming dinosaurs like that years ago. Anyhow, I know more about dinosaurs than you will ever know in your life.
The conversation swells and falls again, denoting the passing of time
MM: And the answer to question 21: The five horned dinosaur was named 'Pentaceratops'
D: Shouts at Isaac Stovell with great enthusiam and little restraint, spends the last twenty minutes of the evening blabbering on about how everyone should have listened to him.
END OF ACT ONE
Well, that is not a vary spatially efficient way of delivering anecdotes.
I did the prayer at the carol service, and didn't blunder it awfully, so that was nice.
My excitement about Christmas grows, and my desire to be home in London, combined with various deadlines, socials and other endeavours makes me feel a bit like this:
Slightly uneasy, but docile and lethargic as I await my homecoming.
This blog entry gets about 6/10, my life is not that exciting.
I have just finished my second bottle of Yazoo of the day. I bought them at one of those dimly lit international food stores while I was picking up milk. The label on the shelf said that they were two for one, which seemed good, but they didn't actually have a price attached. When I got to the counter, the counter-man audibly tallied my three milk products and promptly charged me three quid.
The milk was one of those which is designed to look like four pints but is really only two litres, which contributed to my feeling of having been perhaps slightly duped. Still, anything is better than lying awake in bed at night wondering if all of your house mates secretly hate you because you're consuming more milk than you provide.
What a very boring story. I also do exciting things, like that one time on Tuesday that I went to a pub quiz. I have written a short radio play about something that happened there:
Actual quotes are emboldened
Scenario: A pub. Chinking glasses, chit chat, all that sort of thing. A microphoneman is running a quiz through a reliable but low quality sound system. David and Isaac are sat at the same table, with some of their friends, who are also their fellow quizmen.
DAVID: "Oh boy I am having so much fun at this quiz it really is the knees on a bee"
ISAAC: (Communisticly) "Shuddup Dave"
D: "I do hope ever so much that we win. It was awful rummy getting the answer right on that picture round and claiming our lovely wine prize"
I: "Dave be quiet it's the next question and we have to listen so that we can hear it and then get it right when we answer so that we can win the whole quiz"
MICROPHONEMAN: "Question 21: What name did scientists give to a recently discovered, five horned dinosaur?"
D: (Quite logically) "What's the one with three horns... Triceratops. Uhh... Pentaceratops? I think it makes sense."
I: "It's not pentaceratops"
Isaac's pen scratches loudly on the paper as he writes something stupid.
D: "Dracorex Hogwartsia! That is a very stupid name for a dinosaur."
I: "They named a dinosaur that recently."
D: "I think my answer makes more sense"
I: "Dave, they stopped naming dinosaurs like that years ago. Anyhow, I know more about dinosaurs than you will ever know in your life.
The conversation swells and falls again, denoting the passing of time
MM: And the answer to question 21: The five horned dinosaur was named 'Pentaceratops'
D: Shouts at Isaac Stovell with great enthusiam and little restraint, spends the last twenty minutes of the evening blabbering on about how everyone should have listened to him.
END OF ACT ONE
Well, that is not a vary spatially efficient way of delivering anecdotes.
I did the prayer at the carol service, and didn't blunder it awfully, so that was nice.
My excitement about Christmas grows, and my desire to be home in London, combined with various deadlines, socials and other endeavours makes me feel a bit like this:
This blog entry gets about 6/10, my life is not that exciting.
