I know they say that everybody hurts, but this is ridiculous.
On Friday Rach, Danny and I went to Goose Fair! I have lived in/near Nottingham for 20 years and in it for three and this is the very first time I have ever been to Goose Fair. It was pretty ace; we walked all the way in from Lenton which did not take as long as I thought it would, and went on two very violent whirly rides (a sort of octopus thing with double-spin action, and the Waltzer) and they went on the Ghost Train while I waited because there was not room for three people as fairs are not constructed with gooseberries in mind. I have come to the conclusion that spinning rides are not great because a) they spin you round and b) human beings are not designed to cope well with centrifugal forces.
Then we (I) met Jon & some of his friends, whereon Danny and Rach abandoned us (as walking around complaining about how scary the rides were is apparently not a lot of fun). While queuing for a weird rollercoaster thing (which was called, I think, 'Magic Mouse' but which I read as 'Modest Mouse' all evening) I spotted the Atlas guys, apparently on some kind of staff night out, and they spotted me, apparently on some kind of date. Marcus was very rude and I am pleased to report that he looks like he is suffering from the final stages of AIDs. While waiting for Jon's friends to reappear (they had apparently come with the sole purpose of taking photos of the fair) me and my new friend Penny teamed up for an incredibly violent game of Dodgems, at which I would like to point out we were the winners, despite what Jon or Chris might say.
Then, the Ropewalk. I have to say, I had never been to the Ropewalk before they redecorated it but I cannot imagine it was very good. Now, however, it is very trendy and has quite good music and I am rather taken with it. I spent a good couple of hours chatting with Jon's friends in general and this guy called Joe in particular about photography and fish and degrees and all sorts of things while putting away G&Ts with the ease of a pro. It is weird, I almost never talk to Jon when we go out because he manages to sit at the other end of the table and then looks reproachful that I am making an effort to speak to his friends. This is stupid because obviously I would rather be talking to him but I am not going to sit in the corner in a mood and ignore his very interesting friends all night. Also I do not know what my official role in the group is, what things I am allowed to mention and what is to be kept secret and whether I can demand (or keep) his attention. I imagine his friends are assuming the same thing about me as my friends are about him, but then I keep denying things to my friends (in the interests of honesty) so maybe he is doing the same. Still, after we walked home and he told everyone else to clear off as he couldn't wake his housemates and their guests, and then let me in the front door, I would have liked to listen in to their walking-home conversation.
I don't know whether to blame it on the bone-shakingly violent fairground rides flinging me around like a doll, or Jon's ridiculous futon, but I woke up on Saturday morning and have been pretty much unable to move since. Somehow every single blessed muscle in my neck, back and left leg have completely seized up and no matter how many paracetamol or Ibuprofen I throw at the problem it is not getting any better. I cannot walk with any coherence, laughing causes spasms and eventual crying, and I fell asleep at about eight p.m. last night because staying awake was proving too painful (sleeping turned out to be pretty painful, too). I can't go to the doctor's again because I know they will be unable to help me, and also I only went the other week for almost the same thing (broken neck) and they will just laugh at me.
So. I feel pretty naughty (pleased) for staying out all night. Also, I have done almost no work since term started because it is becoming hard to find the time. Therefore, today I will:
[x] Finish reading 'The Moonstone' (it has too many plot twists! I no longer care who the thief really was!)
[ ] Read the prescribed Cognitive Poetics chapters
[ ] Read the prescribed Edgar Allen Poe stories
[ ] Copy up the notes I have made so far
[ ] Stop making lists I know I will not stick to!
On Friday Rach, Danny and I went to Goose Fair! I have lived in/near Nottingham for 20 years and in it for three and this is the very first time I have ever been to Goose Fair. It was pretty ace; we walked all the way in from Lenton which did not take as long as I thought it would, and went on two very violent whirly rides (a sort of octopus thing with double-spin action, and the Waltzer) and they went on the Ghost Train while I waited because there was not room for three people as fairs are not constructed with gooseberries in mind. I have come to the conclusion that spinning rides are not great because a) they spin you round and b) human beings are not designed to cope well with centrifugal forces.
Then we (I) met Jon & some of his friends, whereon Danny and Rach abandoned us (as walking around complaining about how scary the rides were is apparently not a lot of fun). While queuing for a weird rollercoaster thing (which was called, I think, 'Magic Mouse' but which I read as 'Modest Mouse' all evening) I spotted the Atlas guys, apparently on some kind of staff night out, and they spotted me, apparently on some kind of date. Marcus was very rude and I am pleased to report that he looks like he is suffering from the final stages of AIDs. While waiting for Jon's friends to reappear (they had apparently come with the sole purpose of taking photos of the fair) me and my new friend Penny teamed up for an incredibly violent game of Dodgems, at which I would like to point out we were the winners, despite what Jon or Chris might say.
Then, the Ropewalk. I have to say, I had never been to the Ropewalk before they redecorated it but I cannot imagine it was very good. Now, however, it is very trendy and has quite good music and I am rather taken with it. I spent a good couple of hours chatting with Jon's friends in general and this guy called Joe in particular about photography and fish and degrees and all sorts of things while putting away G&Ts with the ease of a pro. It is weird, I almost never talk to Jon when we go out because he manages to sit at the other end of the table and then looks reproachful that I am making an effort to speak to his friends. This is stupid because obviously I would rather be talking to him but I am not going to sit in the corner in a mood and ignore his very interesting friends all night. Also I do not know what my official role in the group is, what things I am allowed to mention and what is to be kept secret and whether I can demand (or keep) his attention. I imagine his friends are assuming the same thing about me as my friends are about him, but then I keep denying things to my friends (in the interests of honesty) so maybe he is doing the same. Still, after we walked home and he told everyone else to clear off as he couldn't wake his housemates and their guests, and then let me in the front door, I would have liked to listen in to their walking-home conversation.
I don't know whether to blame it on the bone-shakingly violent fairground rides flinging me around like a doll, or Jon's ridiculous futon, but I woke up on Saturday morning and have been pretty much unable to move since. Somehow every single blessed muscle in my neck, back and left leg have completely seized up and no matter how many paracetamol or Ibuprofen I throw at the problem it is not getting any better. I cannot walk with any coherence, laughing causes spasms and eventual crying, and I fell asleep at about eight p.m. last night because staying awake was proving too painful (sleeping turned out to be pretty painful, too). I can't go to the doctor's again because I know they will be unable to help me, and also I only went the other week for almost the same thing (broken neck) and they will just laugh at me.
So. I feel pretty naughty (pleased) for staying out all night. Also, I have done almost no work since term started because it is becoming hard to find the time. Therefore, today I will:
[x] Finish reading 'The Moonstone' (it has too many plot twists! I no longer care who the thief really was!)
[ ] Read the prescribed Cognitive Poetics chapters
[ ] Read the prescribed Edgar Allen Poe stories
[ ] Copy up the notes I have made so far
[ ] Stop making lists I know I will not stick to!
concept8:
lists are cool, help you get things done (honest)
colcannon:
thank you 