Found my shoes. Hurray!

So, London crashed last night, and didn't get rebooted until this morning. I was in Baker Street station, having a bit of a read, when the lights dimmed. "Okay," I thought. "Talk to us." Which, eventually, they did, telling us to leave the station. Despite what the Mail/Standard might have you believe, no-one was panicked, no-one was terrified. The most anyone could muster was a sort of glum resignation as we filed out onto the streets to work out how the hell to get from A to B. I got a bus to Finchley Road - about half way between there and there - and found that the station there was closed, too. In fact, all stations were closed. Who knew? I thought it was just Baker Street. The taxis were all taken, and I had no idea which bus to take, if they weren't full. So I went to the pictures, as you do.

Confidence is pretty good. Engaging, well performed, enough twists to ensure you don't quite get them all.. yeah, a scam movie you can rely on. And, hey, at least I didn't just cop out and go see Dude! Zombie Pirates! again.

Well, when I emerged from the cinema, I found the system was still buggered. Herself was booked into a hotel in Euston, after being stuck in a tunnel for 45 minutes just outside King's Cross (no panic there, either), so I bussed it back there. Got to the hotel at 10:00, Baker Street still closed as I passed.

In summary, then. No panic. No terror. A bit of confusion. Normal service. And I'm hungry.

I haven't forgotten, you know. About posting and that. Just there's a lot going on right now, and I have to pace myself. Let me just say that herself has put an offer in on a house in Walthamstow (accepted) and we've been to Ikea and stuff.

You know, I'm worried. I may be going out with a grown-up.

It's a moment of some pathos in the life of a temp. Bank holiday! The freedom, oh the tasty freedom of Freedonia! Then you realise... Free for your employer, too. I haven't worked quite long enough to gain holiday points yet, so this is an unpaid day off. Bah.

Looks like I've lost my shoes. I can't be certain, mind. Anyone who finds a pair of once-blue Adidas Gazelles on a Metropolitan Line train, send of a postcard. Or, y'know. Take care of them..

Have just bought Resident Evil Zero, or Dude! Zombie Zombies!, if you prefer. And am reading Fellowship of the Ring. Could I be more of a dweeb?

Well, I could, yes.

Off looking at a house with the WBDG today. She's buying, I'm... Measuring..

Dude! Zombie Pirates! ... How could it go wrong? Well, it could be non-awesome. It could have dull stretches of time with no action. It could have ugly stars. It.. Didn't. It rocked. So much. Best blockbuster of the year, without a shadow of doubt. Even the cripplingly poor acting of some didn't matter (I'm looking at you, Davenport), it just had spirit, and obvious love of movies behind it. Not a boring moment to be had, it dashed from set-piece to set-piece without feeling crammed or unnecessary. Just a joy. And everyone is so pretty! Well. Not the bad guys, obviously. But the three leads and the monkey...

I was going to arrange to go see Dude! Zombie Pirates! tonight with Thomas, but I left my phone at home. What a doofus. I don't know how the world managed without mobiles, I feel quite useless. I may end up going to the cinema on my own, which is ridiculous when you have friends, but that's how it goes. I really, really want to see this movie. I got all excited when the WBDG was wondering about cinema times the other day, but she actually wanted to see Goodbye! Lenin, which has no pirates at all. Stupid no-pirates film.

Blip. Back on. Sorry about that. I think I interrupted Blogger doing something clever.

Apparently, I miss the point of weblogs on a regular basis. I was not aware of this.

Can anyone recommend a comments script which I don't have to have an advanced degree in being a geek to run? Also that I don't have to translate from the English from the German? That would be nice. All I want is some interaction!

Jesus, the amount of people doing these things, anyone would think that the everyday running of a weblog would be easy. I don't get php, okay? I don't speak computer. Computers are not objects of fear for me, they're just.. arcane. Like plumbing. I can get on with them quite happily, unblock the metaphorical plugholes and probably work out where that clang noise comes from at exactly 1.09 am every day, but I can't replace the goddamn pipes or fix the boiler. And people think I'm a geek. They really do. The fools. I know nothing.

Well. Anyway. Back to the weather. The air itself was hot, the actual breeze through the window of a car going at 75 was hot, like being in front of a hairdryer or a very tired dragon. And I got the short trousers (my calves are saucily exposed as I type) and sandals, though they're a size too big for my tiny feet. Never mind, though, they're only sandals. I'd probably go on about other things now, if I could remember. Like, ooh, getting ready to start writing again, and wanting to see Dude! Zombie pirates! so badly it's almost physically painful. Almost. Okay, so those geek threats might be a bit true. But not very.

You see, my point is that I'd like it to be worth your while coming to this site. You know? Further news: hotter again. Am northern-european pallid type, not built for this. May have to buy short trousers and sandals, then kill me.

Woo! It's hot! But you knew that, unless you're not in the UK, in which case: woo! It's hot! So hot, I had a shower with an ice-cube made of shower gel this morning. It doesn't get much hotter than that. As a final word: pimpmobile.

Have you missed me? I'm wondering what to do with this thing. I mean, what is the purpose of a weblog, anyway? Who cares about my shit? I mean, that doesn't already know? So perhaps I should modify what I'm doing here. I was thinking maybe a weekly update not necessarily a diary, just writing, but who gives a rat's ass about what I write? This engenders a real crisis of intent.. Why do this at all? No-one cares. Having said that, no-one cared before, so why not do what the hell I like and fuck perception? Hmm. More later.