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Jul. 26th, 2003 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell.
It's been a strange twenty-four hours. Last night, Cate Blanchett was on Graham Norton. Whilst on it, Graham actually said that he had gone for an audition as Sam. At first I thought he was joking, but he said various names which made me actually believe him.
Now, just IMAGINE Graham Norton as Samwise Gamgee. Go on. Think of Graham Norton, the man who is gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide, camper than a row of pink tents, doing the speech from the end of TTT...
*dies laughing* Although Graham Norton did go for aaagggeeessss about Sam/Frodo slash. "You know... that look at the end of the first one. Sam was so in there."
Very amusing.
So, I read for a while, I do some writing, and then I decice to snuggle down and sleep. Then I notice the dance music that I can hear outside the window. This confused me. We don't really get noise in our neighbourhood after about eleven, and when we do, it's generally Megan or me. So I wondered who it could be- three doors down on either side they're all pensioners! Most strange, and the mystery still isn't solved.
So, I finally sleep. I wake up. I go out with Andrew, and within ten mnutes of leaving the house, it begins raining. And then it stops raining, and merely becomes torrential sheets of water being flung over us. And there was NOWHERE to shelter. We finally belted it into MacDonalds, the first place we came too, and literally squeched when we moved. 20 minutes later, it was sunny enough for us to be able to move outside and dry out in ten minutes. What is wrong with the weather in England?
I also applied for two jobs. Yay me! Well. I applied for job is H. Samuels, which I happily know I won't get "Previous experience... none... previous employment... none... exams... none..." and also picked up and application form from Sayers. I don't want a job, particulary, cos I can manage on what I get, but it'll get my mother off my case.
Thats about it, really.
~Hathy_Col~
It's been a strange twenty-four hours. Last night, Cate Blanchett was on Graham Norton. Whilst on it, Graham actually said that he had gone for an audition as Sam. At first I thought he was joking, but he said various names which made me actually believe him.
Now, just IMAGINE Graham Norton as Samwise Gamgee. Go on. Think of Graham Norton, the man who is gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide, camper than a row of pink tents, doing the speech from the end of TTT...
*dies laughing* Although Graham Norton did go for aaagggeeessss about Sam/Frodo slash. "You know... that look at the end of the first one. Sam was so in there."
Very amusing.
So, I read for a while, I do some writing, and then I decice to snuggle down and sleep. Then I notice the dance music that I can hear outside the window. This confused me. We don't really get noise in our neighbourhood after about eleven, and when we do, it's generally Megan or me. So I wondered who it could be- three doors down on either side they're all pensioners! Most strange, and the mystery still isn't solved.
So, I finally sleep. I wake up. I go out with Andrew, and within ten mnutes of leaving the house, it begins raining. And then it stops raining, and merely becomes torrential sheets of water being flung over us. And there was NOWHERE to shelter. We finally belted it into MacDonalds, the first place we came too, and literally squeched when we moved. 20 minutes later, it was sunny enough for us to be able to move outside and dry out in ten minutes. What is wrong with the weather in England?
I also applied for two jobs. Yay me! Well. I applied for job is H. Samuels, which I happily know I won't get "Previous experience... none... previous employment... none... exams... none..." and also picked up and application form from Sayers. I don't want a job, particulary, cos I can manage on what I get, but it'll get my mother off my case.
Thats about it, really.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2003-07-26 09:56 pm (UTC)But also, beware of H.Samuels, the one in Bolton has a nasty habit of leaving very well-polished glass cabinet doors open, and then some plonker (me) comes along and walks straight into it. Just to let you know =o)