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Dec. 29th, 2008 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt was Boxing Day night. Having cracked into the wine, Mum and Dad put on the recorded Gavin and Stacey Christmas special. ("You can record the telly ONTO THIS BOX!" "What's wrong with the VCR?") I sat and watched it for a while, since my other options were pretty much sleep and Match of the Day.
After a while, I turned to my dad. "Dad? You know the way I've never ever seen this before?"
"Yeah?"
"And you know the way I haven't seen Eastenders since last Christmas when we had to watch it then?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is Evil Archie from Eastenders in this? Am I missing out on a joke?"
(I was quite proud of myself for picking up that they were the same, to be honest.)
--
First day back, I went to the pub with some friends. It was closing time, and we were trying to be herded out of the pub, the only way out being down a flight of stairs. Then we were stopped, as a man decided to glass another man in the face, all the while howling "I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU! I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" (Try and imagine it in a Scouse accent, it doesn't really work otherwise.)
"Quick, try to look small and unimportant!" Danny howled.
"Can we get out of the window?" a woman near me mulled as the bouncers cautiously pulled them apart.
And I thought: I've been back for less than twelve hours, lovely.
--
So, yes. Christmas. I am now back in St Andrews and also online - hurrah! - although still in the library as basically computer is doing my head in. I DO, however, have Word on it, which means that my dissertation is going to be... well, not at all easier to finish, but will no longer involve having to leave the house, put on nice clothes and make-up, and generally look socially acceptable. GOOD-O.
Christmas wasn't too bad, actually; I wouldn't have minded staying another few days. We all got on fairly well, and I drank, er, too much, and there is a vague chance I may have put on five pounds over those five days. Fortunately I am currently Quite Broke until the loan comes in (5th January!) which means that I will be surviving on the meagre contents on my cupboards, which are full of good and relatively healthy stuff. I got a cookbook and a blender for Christmas, though, so I'm itching to get cooking. Ah well. After the ninth of January I have a month's holiday; I've even taken two weeks off paid employment to look for, you know, Real Employment, but with the economy I figure there can't be all that much to look for.
OH OH OH I have some thanks for people! Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emerald_embers for the present and thank you loneraven for the book; also thanks t kittyc1978 for the card. I have been rubbish this Christmas and basically didn't buy anything for anyone, because, well, I am broke and interpersonal relations have basically gone out of the window.
But I enjoyed Christmas still (the weight gain should tell you how much I ate!) and I thought that Doctor Who and Wallace and Gromit was ace (he runs to the window with a bomb; oh no, baby ducks! he runs to another window with it; oh no, nuns with kittens! he runs to the third window; oh, phew, just the barbed wire fence with Yorkshire). It was nice to relax for a day.
Unfortunately, though, I am now back in St Andrews. My dissertation is calling me, and even worse, I have a job in retail. I did a seven hour shift yesterday. We have one till and we do everything on it, from returns to excahgnes to sales to seeing if we have more of anything in stock. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE 'JUST SWAPPING' SOMETHING, WAIT IN THE FUCKING QUEUE.
Right, interregnum. 4,000 words by January; can I do it? YES I CAN. (If I shout it loud enough it makes it trufax.)
After a while, I turned to my dad. "Dad? You know the way I've never ever seen this before?"
"Yeah?"
"And you know the way I haven't seen Eastenders since last Christmas when we had to watch it then?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is Evil Archie from Eastenders in this? Am I missing out on a joke?"
(I was quite proud of myself for picking up that they were the same, to be honest.)
--
First day back, I went to the pub with some friends. It was closing time, and we were trying to be herded out of the pub, the only way out being down a flight of stairs. Then we were stopped, as a man decided to glass another man in the face, all the while howling "I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU! I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" (Try and imagine it in a Scouse accent, it doesn't really work otherwise.)
"Quick, try to look small and unimportant!" Danny howled.
"Can we get out of the window?" a woman near me mulled as the bouncers cautiously pulled them apart.
And I thought: I've been back for less than twelve hours, lovely.
--
So, yes. Christmas. I am now back in St Andrews and also online - hurrah! - although still in the library as basically computer is doing my head in. I DO, however, have Word on it, which means that my dissertation is going to be... well, not at all easier to finish, but will no longer involve having to leave the house, put on nice clothes and make-up, and generally look socially acceptable. GOOD-O.
Christmas wasn't too bad, actually; I wouldn't have minded staying another few days. We all got on fairly well, and I drank, er, too much, and there is a vague chance I may have put on five pounds over those five days. Fortunately I am currently Quite Broke until the loan comes in (5th January!) which means that I will be surviving on the meagre contents on my cupboards, which are full of good and relatively healthy stuff. I got a cookbook and a blender for Christmas, though, so I'm itching to get cooking. Ah well. After the ninth of January I have a month's holiday; I've even taken two weeks off paid employment to look for, you know, Real Employment, but with the economy I figure there can't be all that much to look for.
OH OH OH I have some thanks for people! Thank you
emerald_embers for the present and thank you loneraven for the book; also thanks t kittyc1978 for the card. I have been rubbish this Christmas and basically didn't buy anything for anyone, because, well, I am broke and interpersonal relations have basically gone out of the window. But I enjoyed Christmas still (the weight gain should tell you how much I ate!) and I thought that Doctor Who and Wallace and Gromit was ace (he runs to the window with a bomb; oh no, baby ducks! he runs to another window with it; oh no, nuns with kittens! he runs to the third window; oh, phew, just the barbed wire fence with Yorkshire). It was nice to relax for a day.
Unfortunately, though, I am now back in St Andrews. My dissertation is calling me, and even worse, I have a job in retail. I did a seven hour shift yesterday. We have one till and we do everything on it, from returns to excahgnes to sales to seeing if we have more of anything in stock. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE 'JUST SWAPPING' SOMETHING, WAIT IN THE FUCKING QUEUE.
Right, interregnum. 4,000 words by January; can I do it? YES I CAN. (If I shout it loud enough it makes it trufax.)
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:22 pm (UTC)(did the drivers work ok for the wireless thingy?)
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Date: 2008-12-29 06:27 pm (UTC)(the drivers may or may not have worked; my computer is flat out refusing to open them. Trust me when I say it's not your fault, it's the bloody machines. Thank you anyway! I may just have to bite the bullet and get a new laptop that isn't from the stone age.)