Does anybody else move their arms above and below their waistline to watch the blood run to your veins and back out again? Maybe it’s just me.
I’m getting slack again with the blogging. Hey well. A brief history in time (a book I’ve not read but keep meaning to, after I’ve read the book currently on my bedside cabinet – The Fabric of The Cosmos… going slightly off-topic) would involve me explaining the themed international housewarming I went to a week last Saturday. Clare’s just bought the house she was renting so she decided to throw one of her infamous themed parties. I had weeks of notice but ten minutes before leaving I still had no idea what to go as, so I went as Baghdad. As Tom said before I arrived, “wouldn’t it be hilarious if he turned up covered in bags and pictures of his Dad??” which just so happened to be what I did. It was a bit of a late affair, the latter of which I don’t recall. Anybody who has me on Facebook will see the pics.
No more gigs have been watched, unfortunately, and I’m staring to miss live music again. I need to pick up my guitar more often. The Mac’s still broken and I want it replacing, though that’s increasingly unlikely. I still need to order the warranty. I must sort that.
I’ve been playing a bit of GTA IV this week – recommend it to anybody – it’s a great storyline and very amusing! The map it huge and I bet I’ve only seen about a quarter of it. I also saw Iron Man last week – excellent movie! But then I like most of Robert Downey Jr’s stuff. Can’t wait for Tropic Thunder!
Today I ordered pizza and the delivery guy turned up and pointed at my t-shirt (it has an Edimax logo on it) and proceeded to converse with me. He was deaf, so it kind of reminded me of working with Bijan years ago. It was kind of odd to be honest. It’s not often you stand on your doorstep talking to random delivery drivers, but to converse with a deaf guy when you don’t know any (British) sign language… well, it’s tricky. I really should learn to sign. Maybe I’ll look into that. He was a sound guy anyway. Oh, talk about unintentional bad taste pun of the week.
Wednesday was sheesha night. Nando’s then sheesha. Markaz is still open, but they’ve had to hide the smoking area in the sheesha lounge – no more smoking in the areas you can see. Presumably this is still against the law, despite the fact you wouldn’t be there if you didn’t want to breathe smoke. Anyway, was good to see Waz again. We had Nando’s too, which is always good. We questioned the intelligence of the girl who took our order though. Not content with us ordering the same meal at once, she insisted on taking our orders separately. I’m not sure how, since we told her about five times that we were both having the same meal, but she managed to get one of them wrong.
Last night I spent out in Leeds, first in Jongleurs comedy club, and then into Bar Risa (their counterpart) for Michelle’s birthday. The comedians were… okay. Everybody else thought they were shit hot. I guess I’m hard to please when it comes to comedy! Which brings me around to my other area in which I’m a snob – Bar Risa were presenting a band. To be honest, they were good. What annoyed me, apart from their slant toward generic pop/indie genres, was their sound and kit. The guitarist, while being evidently talented, had a PRS guitar shoved through a myriad of fx pedals, plugged into a half-decent amp and mic’d up to a shitty cab. The drummer seemed to have a 3/4 size kit with some cymbals so small I’m surprised he had the accuracy to hit them. They also had the kit mic’d up which, for the size of the venue, was pointless. All you could hear was drums. I guess the sound guy didn’t even know since he was stood in the wrong place to actually hear what everybody else was hearing. Again, everybody else I was with thought they were great. They were talented, but I guess they’ve not seen many good bands.
Today Rik and I went car shopping. I took him to the biggest car place here which has apparently been closed for months, which I only learned today. We went to Batley and looked around one place… the sales rep seemed pretty pushy so we had a quick look and then left. I need to find out where all the dealerships went.
The leaning tower of peas-a:
…and the esca-pea…
Oh dear, oh dear. I get way too bored at lunch times at work.
I paid them by funds transfer, and they disabled my account again. It’s like they’re trying really hard to lose me as a customer. So I told them. Meanwhile I’ll have no profile pic.
We went to Saffron Desi’s today after work. By far the best curries in Bradford, and with Bradford being curry capital of the world (more indian restaurants per square mile then anywhere else in the world, and home to the world’s largest Indian restaurant) that surely means they are the best curries known to man. I’d certainly agree with that anyway. Stunning.
