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hathycolPeople on my flist, I love and miss you all. This is typed from college. I just want to update about last night, because it was a strange and weird day.
I spent all day at college doing student interviews for the new Vice Principal, and I was left in the awkward position of having to mark my English teacher. It was a long and dull day, and the only entertaining interludes were political arguments, slashing two people who I'm not going to name as people on my flist know them both and I am NOT revealing my weird RPS, thank'ee very much. It's quite hot, though.
So, I finished my weird day (with a free lunch!) and got a lift home with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miniature_heroes who is possibly one of the funniest drivers I have ever had the priviledge of recieving a lift off. However, I didn't go home; instead, I went to Jess's house as we were off to go and see The Futureheads. I have been wibbling about how great these are for a while, and Jess got tickets for her birthday and gave one to me. Dobbin got one, as did Day, and Monoghan and Dale bought themselves tickets. As such, Dobbin picked four of us up and drove off very - very! - late to Liverpool to see them.
Let me get something straight. I like live music, I like new music, but I am not one of the Cool And Trendy people who go to a gig on a weekly basis. I'd rather spent my money on merchandise for Doctor Who, frankly, but yes. I am not cool, I am not trendy, I can't dance (or mosh) and generally I just can't be bothered. When I do go, though, I always have a fabulous time. Last night was no exception. I'd actually never been into the Liverpool Carling Academy (le gasp!) before and it was wonderfully grubby and small and slightly claustraphobic but it was all good anyway. I even drank (most) of a pint, in small stages over the night. I felt truly rock and roll, despite not particularly liking the support bands (Ladyfuzz and... er... Music Jets? Midnight Jets? Something like that) and having the slow realisation that I was in the middle of the crowd. Monoghan (most blokes in my life have nicknames. Apologies) and Dobbin were at the bar, leaving me with Jess and Day, who are the most woobly couply couple ever. I felt very much like a spare wheel, when Dale and Mystery Woman (no idea what her name was) called me over. Dale, for those who don't remember my diary perfectly, is someone I have known since I was 11. We had classes together EVERY DAY, and oh yes, he was St Bedes Head Boy. I was stood there, listening to a sound engineer, drinking a Carling and talking to my old Head Boy. Life is strange.
It has been noticed by anyone who's ever met me that I am something of a Hobbit. I am 5"4(ish) and that's not too bad, normally, but it is when one is in a crowd of very tall people. The band came on and I managed to find a little corridor to see the stage, but I was pretty buggared for seeing the drummer. Never mind. They played 'Decent Day And Nights' which is so OMGFAVOURITESONGTHISWEEK first with a strobe light flashing. I have never seen people jumping about with one of them on, and I have to admit that it was pretty damn cool. The rest of the set was just amazing too - highlights being 'Hounds Of Love' and 'Manray'. The last one was only cool on the basis that I mnagaed to find exactly the right spot where the whole crowd was short and I could see EVERYTHING! And the DRUMMER! I was really rather excited, despite the fact it meant I was next to a person trying to do a crazy Happy Mondays Maracas dance without any maracas or in fact rhythm. Less fun.
Now, Dobbin is our Designated Driver, and he is actually quite a good driver, all things considered. However, this opinion is entirely changed when you spent the entire journey home in the boot. Again with the being a Hobbit statement. Foolishly, Dobbin offered to give Dale a lift, and as such I was thrown into a boot. I also had to lie down every time we went past the barriers, the police, although not the Drive-Thru on the way home. Mmm, unhealthy.
After we dropped the first person off, and I was able to clamber into the backseat ("SEATBELT! Sweet, sweet, seatbelt!") we drove home through darkened country lanes, and for whatever reason, we put the Pogues on and bellowed it out of the windows as loud as we could. Dale led the "DAHNAHNAHNAH!" bit and we all echoed, and it struck me while I was in the car that I probably would never do this kind of thing again, not with these people. The ecletic and ever-changeable routine of the Ormskirkians at Winstanley College really is something I'll never experience again, not while I'm travelling 400 miles away to Scotland. I'll see the Wigan people again, I'll see the Resident Lunatics, but travelling in a car at 60 miles an hour down dark country lanes singing the Pogues with people I went to nursery, primary, high and college with? Probably never again. The evening, as such, as bittersweet. I'm really glad I went though.
Although the twenty minutes in the shower and still smelling of lager and smoke and other people's sweet? Not so glad.
~Hathy_Col~
Not wishing to jinx anything, the virus appears to have run its course. Dad I tried everything - we hit it with every spoy remover, good old fashioned right-click-delete, moving it to anyother location, quarantining, recover, reboot, taking off all of Windows... and Megan just right-click-deleted and it ran away. I may be back this afternoon is all goes to plan. If I am not back, then presume I am in still in the unhappy land of computer go BOOM.
I spent all day at college doing student interviews for the new Vice Principal, and I was left in the awkward position of having to mark my English teacher. It was a long and dull day, and the only entertaining interludes were political arguments, slashing two people who I'm not going to name as people on my flist know them both and I am NOT revealing my weird RPS, thank'ee very much. It's quite hot, though.
So, I finished my weird day (with a free lunch!) and got a lift home with
miniature_heroes who is possibly one of the funniest drivers I have ever had the priviledge of recieving a lift off. However, I didn't go home; instead, I went to Jess's house as we were off to go and see The Futureheads. I have been wibbling about how great these are for a while, and Jess got tickets for her birthday and gave one to me. Dobbin got one, as did Day, and Monoghan and Dale bought themselves tickets. As such, Dobbin picked four of us up and drove off very - very! - late to Liverpool to see them.Let me get something straight. I like live music, I like new music, but I am not one of the Cool And Trendy people who go to a gig on a weekly basis. I'd rather spent my money on merchandise for Doctor Who, frankly, but yes. I am not cool, I am not trendy, I can't dance (or mosh) and generally I just can't be bothered. When I do go, though, I always have a fabulous time. Last night was no exception. I'd actually never been into the Liverpool Carling Academy (le gasp!) before and it was wonderfully grubby and small and slightly claustraphobic but it was all good anyway. I even drank (most) of a pint, in small stages over the night. I felt truly rock and roll, despite not particularly liking the support bands (Ladyfuzz and... er... Music Jets? Midnight Jets? Something like that) and having the slow realisation that I was in the middle of the crowd. Monoghan (most blokes in my life have nicknames. Apologies) and Dobbin were at the bar, leaving me with Jess and Day, who are the most woobly couply couple ever. I felt very much like a spare wheel, when Dale and Mystery Woman (no idea what her name was) called me over. Dale, for those who don't remember my diary perfectly, is someone I have known since I was 11. We had classes together EVERY DAY, and oh yes, he was St Bedes Head Boy. I was stood there, listening to a sound engineer, drinking a Carling and talking to my old Head Boy. Life is strange.
It has been noticed by anyone who's ever met me that I am something of a Hobbit. I am 5"4(ish) and that's not too bad, normally, but it is when one is in a crowd of very tall people. The band came on and I managed to find a little corridor to see the stage, but I was pretty buggared for seeing the drummer. Never mind. They played 'Decent Day And Nights' which is so OMGFAVOURITESONGTHISWEEK first with a strobe light flashing. I have never seen people jumping about with one of them on, and I have to admit that it was pretty damn cool. The rest of the set was just amazing too - highlights being 'Hounds Of Love' and 'Manray'. The last one was only cool on the basis that I mnagaed to find exactly the right spot where the whole crowd was short and I could see EVERYTHING! And the DRUMMER! I was really rather excited, despite the fact it meant I was next to a person trying to do a crazy Happy Mondays Maracas dance without any maracas or in fact rhythm. Less fun.
Now, Dobbin is our Designated Driver, and he is actually quite a good driver, all things considered. However, this opinion is entirely changed when you spent the entire journey home in the boot. Again with the being a Hobbit statement. Foolishly, Dobbin offered to give Dale a lift, and as such I was thrown into a boot. I also had to lie down every time we went past the barriers, the police, although not the Drive-Thru on the way home. Mmm, unhealthy.
After we dropped the first person off, and I was able to clamber into the backseat ("SEATBELT! Sweet, sweet, seatbelt!") we drove home through darkened country lanes, and for whatever reason, we put the Pogues on and bellowed it out of the windows as loud as we could. Dale led the "DAHNAHNAHNAH!" bit and we all echoed, and it struck me while I was in the car that I probably would never do this kind of thing again, not with these people. The ecletic and ever-changeable routine of the Ormskirkians at Winstanley College really is something I'll never experience again, not while I'm travelling 400 miles away to Scotland. I'll see the Wigan people again, I'll see the Resident Lunatics, but travelling in a car at 60 miles an hour down dark country lanes singing the Pogues with people I went to nursery, primary, high and college with? Probably never again. The evening, as such, as bittersweet. I'm really glad I went though.
Although the twenty minutes in the shower and still smelling of lager and smoke and other people's sweet? Not so glad.
~Hathy_Col~
Not wishing to jinx anything, the virus appears to have run its course. Dad I tried everything - we hit it with every spoy remover, good old fashioned right-click-delete, moving it to anyother location, quarantining, recover, reboot, taking off all of Windows... and Megan just right-click-deleted and it ran away. I may be back this afternoon is all goes to plan. If I am not back, then presume I am in still in the unhappy land of computer go BOOM.
