Things are getting very interesting these days.
Something I haven't really said on here is that Ive been *very* casually dating while in London, and had an interesting time at Smiths of Smithfields with the person ive been dating, having a couple of pints and then running through the rain to her flat a short distance away for a brief while where nothing much went on, but was still pretty great, let me tell you. The thing which made me nearly wet myself after I left SOS was when i put my hand in my pocket - at some point when I had got up to get a round someone had managed to palm a condom into the pocket of my jacket that was flung over a chair - B said she hadn't put it there, and I sure as hell didn't carry it with me, so either we were being so blatant in our flirting that some kind soul decided to give us a bit of a hand, or (my preferred option) that included in the tenner-a-round-for-two-people pricing scheme at SOS, contraceptives are included. In any event, we had a fun time so we made arrangements for another date on sunday.
Unfortunately time was a little on the short side since I had to meet my brother and mum and go for a family dinner, which by freak of chance turned out to be the vegan restaurant that Mysteron did a shoot in a few months ago. There are few things more distracting as you're trying to make conversation over the menu choices than looking straight at the table where Mysteron was and remembering the set.
(Un?)Fortunately, my brother and I did our usual thing of antagonising each other with geeky arguments. We argued for something like ten minutes over whether Ben Nevis was actually how high it was compared to mean sea level (and if it was, how to define mean sea level, how the ordnance survey definition was flawed since it only used to use the mean sea level of an observation station at Newlyn in Cornwall as a calibration for the rest of the UK), how altitude measured by barometer was far better, etc,etc. I know. I know. But its either argue like this over dinner, or one of us is going home with a fork through the face.
Moving back to oxford tommorow.
I have plans with a viking friend of mine to do dinner and pub. Things (if some large problems are avoided) are good.
Something I haven't really said on here is that Ive been *very* casually dating while in London, and had an interesting time at Smiths of Smithfields with the person ive been dating, having a couple of pints and then running through the rain to her flat a short distance away for a brief while where nothing much went on, but was still pretty great, let me tell you. The thing which made me nearly wet myself after I left SOS was when i put my hand in my pocket - at some point when I had got up to get a round someone had managed to palm a condom into the pocket of my jacket that was flung over a chair - B said she hadn't put it there, and I sure as hell didn't carry it with me, so either we were being so blatant in our flirting that some kind soul decided to give us a bit of a hand, or (my preferred option) that included in the tenner-a-round-for-two-people pricing scheme at SOS, contraceptives are included. In any event, we had a fun time so we made arrangements for another date on sunday.
Unfortunately time was a little on the short side since I had to meet my brother and mum and go for a family dinner, which by freak of chance turned out to be the vegan restaurant that Mysteron did a shoot in a few months ago. There are few things more distracting as you're trying to make conversation over the menu choices than looking straight at the table where Mysteron was and remembering the set.
(Un?)Fortunately, my brother and I did our usual thing of antagonising each other with geeky arguments. We argued for something like ten minutes over whether Ben Nevis was actually how high it was compared to mean sea level (and if it was, how to define mean sea level, how the ordnance survey definition was flawed since it only used to use the mean sea level of an observation station at Newlyn in Cornwall as a calibration for the rest of the UK), how altitude measured by barometer was far better, etc,etc. I know. I know. But its either argue like this over dinner, or one of us is going home with a fork through the face.
Moving back to oxford tommorow.
I have plans with a viking friend of mine to do dinner and pub. Things (if some large problems are avoided) are good.