dylan

I tried to update my journal by phone last night but evidently it didn't work.
Not that I had anything more interesting to say than "I make a bit of an odd picture sitting here knitting while watching Die Hard".
But I managed to make two scarves and a hat and a wristband. Shows how boring train journeys can be.

So here are a couple of grainy phone cam pictures to illustrate my (entirely uninteresting) last week or so.


Everything I knitted is in pink and black or white and black, since I only bought three colours of wool.


To complete the picture of hat-knitting neo granny I spent a wonderful afternoon drinking endless cups of tea in the Mock Turtle. And eating cream teas. Mmmmm...


At some point last week Alistair, my extremely upper-middle-class-Conservative middle-aged-even-though-he's-only-21 flatmate asked what I was up to that afternoon, and I unwittingly answered "Oh, just going to wander around town for a bit", to which he replied "Great! I'll come with you".

We spent an (actually not too bad) afternoon browsing shops looking for a wine rack (he really needs one, apparently). I fell in love with a pink enamel toaster, only to have my heart cruelly broken when I finally plucked up courage to look at the price tag. I mean, really, who spends 95 on a toaster? I'd rather have the 4.99 one from Woolies, it may not be pink but at least I'll avctually be able to afford to buy bread to put in it.

Alistair however was unfazed by this as "With the lifestyle I'm planning on, I'll be able to afford anything I like really". Oh yes Alistair? And how exactly are you planning to do this? "Oh well I'll have a 6 figure salary [please note the utter lack of irony in his voice, he actually truly believes this], I'll probably get a job at the World Bank or something". I really hope I'm there to see his face the day he leaves uni and has to face the real world. (Actually, I have this sneaking suspicion his complete utter narrow mindedness and failure to comprehend that not everyone in Britain earning under 30K a year chooses to do so might actually allow him to sail into his chosen career and live his whole life completely ignorant to how everyone else does things.)

Anyway, the particular highlight of the day for me was forcing him to come to Moshi Moshi with me as I needed sushi (that's right, needed, I may have a slight problem, fuck off). In his (embarrassingly loud) words - "I don't understand why they don't use farm-assured oak-smoked salmon, it tastes much nicer". See also - "I could really do with some salt and black pepper. And maybe parmesan cheese." See also - general sweeping statements about the Japanese and Chinese, completely failing to acknowledge that they are, in fact, two distinct and separate cultures. Moshi Moshi being a conveyor belt style place, we were at most 3 feet away from Japanese chefs with rather large and incredibly sharp knives. I tried and failed to sink low and hide, bar stools aren't really conducive to camouflage.


I do wish you people would get less excited at the mention of a new tattoo. Especially since mine can be considered underwhelming at best. Here's a bit of a shit picture, it looks cuter in real life. However in real life it's current scabbiness is also rather more apparent. I want to get something else added to it, but I'm convinced that the idea I have comes from something I had as a child, and I can't for the life of me remember what. It's really, really bugging me. Anyone remember something to do with fishbones? Little white plastic fishbones? Maybe a game...maybe to do with a cat, and dustbins. A cat that liked fishbones. This is driving me fucking mental. It wasn't Garfield because he likes lasagne. It wasn't Funnybones because they had a dog. It's not Six Dinner Sid or Moses the Kitten or Tom and Jerry or Topcat or Bagpuss or Mad Cat or the Thundercats. I can't add what I want until I work out where it came from!


Saturday I got treated like a princess by the person demonstrating another of my phone's slightly useless functions in the picture above. We wandered around Nottingham for the afternoon (makes a change from Brighton, though it's a shame they're fucking up the town centre by the lions - I like that all the little mosher kids are still hanging out there, but crammed into a space a sixth of the size).


I got bought some spangly new comic books (plus also getting the second and fourth editions of Fluffy - they are NOWHERE TO BE FOUND in Brighton). Saturday evening we went to the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner as we were too lazy to find anywhere else, and I formulated fantastic plans for stealing their awesome scooter. However they had to be abandoned because however fabulous my super-powers, they don't quite stretch to stealing a massive scooter from the wall of a crowded restaurant in full view of a hundred or so people and getting away with it. After that was Rock City with a bunch of people, which was alright though I only really like the music in the Rig because I seem to dislike an awful lot of stuff written in the last five or ten years and everything ever written by teenage boys in baggy jeans around their arses with dyed black side parted hair whose girlfriends have dumped them.

Also, I got to spend a day at my mums which was fantastic because she's lovely and she also makes the best food ever. She made some sort of broccoli and almond quiche which sounds vile but was actually the food equivalent of multiple orgasms with Johnny Depp.