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Jan. 27th, 2014 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI'm so bored of winter. I'm bored of being cold every time I go outside (and for a lot of the time that I'm inside), and I'm tired of having a constant low-level illness all the fucking time. Blah blah, I know, and I'm glad I'm no longer puking my guts out, but this cold just won't shake and I'm just... tired, more so than usual. It's 9pm and I'm already debating going to bed. I AM SO COOL, YO.
That said.
Things aren't too bad right now, all things considered. On Thursday I was checking the TFL website - I do this every couple of hours to check if any candidates coming to my workplace might get stuck underground and not be able to tell us they're late - and noticed that the Victoria line looked buggared. "Odd," I thought, and checked their Twitter account to see the control room at Victoria was flooded. Turns out that what it was flooded with was QUICK DRYING CEMENT so Victoria Line Shutdown Protocol kicked in, i.e. I went to the pub after work because the other routes homes would be too busy and I'm lazy. In the end Richie, Fiona and I went to Wahaca. (For long reasons, when out drinking in London I tend to be in Fitzrovia if it's post-work drinks, or the City. One is close to my work, the other is close to Richie's, and we have sniffed out every cheap-but-decent pub in the respective areas.) It was really good! I've been wanting to go for ages, but yummy Mexican food and unexpected cactus (to go with the unexpected concrete). So that was lots of fun, and we walked up to Warren Street and got the Tube home, thanking our lucky stars we didn't live in Brixton.
On Saturday it was Burns Night and once again I offended the people of Scotland by making haggis. Sorry everyone in Scotland. John came around, though, so I was outvoted in terms of nationality but I did have a Yorkshire pudding instead of haggis. It was a good night and a good catch up - and mmm, crannochan - but I feel vaguely bad for flaking out as early as I did. Well, you know, midnight, but I didn't hear Richie come to bed at 4am at all...
And then on Sunday there was a mini-exploration of Walthamstow. Apparntly we are 'Awesometow' according to the Evening Standard so everyone had the same idea, boo. In the end we went to the pub we go to for weeky pub quiz times and I'm very glad we did. There's a piano in the corner but it's just a prop, generally, and not entirely tuned. This didn't stop a bloke rocking up and playing various songs really well and completely non-stop. Also, after the kitchen closed for the Sunday roast they had made too many roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings so just bunged them on the bar for every one to eat, which frankly knocks tapas right out of the water.
So overall, life isn't too bad. I'm just a little bit bored of being cold and of having a cold.
That said.
Things aren't too bad right now, all things considered. On Thursday I was checking the TFL website - I do this every couple of hours to check if any candidates coming to my workplace might get stuck underground and not be able to tell us they're late - and noticed that the Victoria line looked buggared. "Odd," I thought, and checked their Twitter account to see the control room at Victoria was flooded. Turns out that what it was flooded with was QUICK DRYING CEMENT so Victoria Line Shutdown Protocol kicked in, i.e. I went to the pub after work because the other routes homes would be too busy and I'm lazy. In the end Richie, Fiona and I went to Wahaca. (For long reasons, when out drinking in London I tend to be in Fitzrovia if it's post-work drinks, or the City. One is close to my work, the other is close to Richie's, and we have sniffed out every cheap-but-decent pub in the respective areas.) It was really good! I've been wanting to go for ages, but yummy Mexican food and unexpected cactus (to go with the unexpected concrete). So that was lots of fun, and we walked up to Warren Street and got the Tube home, thanking our lucky stars we didn't live in Brixton.
On Saturday it was Burns Night and once again I offended the people of Scotland by making haggis. Sorry everyone in Scotland. John came around, though, so I was outvoted in terms of nationality but I did have a Yorkshire pudding instead of haggis. It was a good night and a good catch up - and mmm, crannochan - but I feel vaguely bad for flaking out as early as I did. Well, you know, midnight, but I didn't hear Richie come to bed at 4am at all...
And then on Sunday there was a mini-exploration of Walthamstow. Apparntly we are 'Awesometow' according to the Evening Standard so everyone had the same idea, boo. In the end we went to the pub we go to for weeky pub quiz times and I'm very glad we did. There's a piano in the corner but it's just a prop, generally, and not entirely tuned. This didn't stop a bloke rocking up and playing various songs really well and completely non-stop. Also, after the kitchen closed for the Sunday roast they had made too many roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings so just bunged them on the bar for every one to eat, which frankly knocks tapas right out of the water.
So overall, life isn't too bad. I'm just a little bit bored of being cold and of having a cold.
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Date: 2014-01-28 09:12 pm (UTC)(I also have a cold; it has passed the 'awful awful awful' point and is now at the point of 'dear throat, stop feeling like you're made of several millimetres of cardboard'.)