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zotzSo it looks like logjam depends on loads of packages more recent than I have, so I can't run that until I've performed a little more system surgery. lj-tcl, OTOH, is just a little bit too cryptic for my liking. Doubtless it's a work of mondo grooviness really, but just at the moment I'll stick to something a little more dweeby, as befits late on a Sunday evening.
So - what have I been up to recently? Well, I was going to try and see Whitehouse this weekend, but I got contacted by everyone's favourite foot-fetishist a few days beforehand, and as usual he insisted that I go and get paralytic with him. So I did. Much alcohol, a great deal of talk, a not-bad band and only a little bit of trauma. Went to the 'Lectric Ballroom in Camden for a while. there wasn't anyone else there I knew (I don't think), probably because they'd gone to Tenebrae, but a fairly good time was had nevertheless. After that, a taxi back to BP's place and try to make coherent conversation with the new residents. At some point I fell asleep on the couch (probably, as usual, mid-sentence, and possibly, as has happened before, just after some Madge Manson got stuck on. I don't remember). In the morning, chat to said residents (but hopefully making a little more sense), note continued wearing of muslin dress by one of same with pleasure,
and eventually toddle down to King's Cross for the train back. Got some food and a paper,
had a brief chat with an ex-vet friend who was waiting in the station for her bloke to arrive, and get back into Cambridge mid-afternoon. Read paper, have shower, listen to Spiritualised record, then go out to pub.
I was feeling a little rough after the previous night, so I wasn't drinking very fast. I was slightly hurried by the people who insisted on buying me drinks, though (you bastards), so I did manage to get a few down during the few hours I was there. Also, I payed a couple of games of pool - one singles, which I scraped a victory in despite playing in a manner which was pitiful even by my standards, and one doubles, which we won almost-convincingly against a couple of people that I had assumed were going to wipe the floor with us. My partner in this was my namesake and ex-flatmate, who casually remarked that he'd broken up with his GF. There's a lot of it about.
Anyway, eventually, everyone pissed off to our respective homes and I slept.Today I have done absolutely nothing useful, and I feel really smug about it. I read the Absurder from cover to cover, listened to 69 Love Songs in its entirety, drank a whole bottle of Bru and started this thing - which, I think, adds up to as definitive a definition of a wasted day as anyone could hope for.
Hmmm. I've just noticed that this webpageupdateything doesn't have a preview button. Oh well. Maybe the complex page does. I'm sure I'll find out soon. Every day a new adventure . . .
So - what have I been up to recently? Well, I was going to try and see Whitehouse this weekend, but I got contacted by everyone's favourite foot-fetishist a few days beforehand, and as usual he insisted that I go and get paralytic with him. So I did. Much alcohol, a great deal of talk, a not-bad band and only a little bit of trauma. Went to the 'Lectric Ballroom in Camden for a while. there wasn't anyone else there I knew (I don't think), probably because they'd gone to Tenebrae, but a fairly good time was had nevertheless. After that, a taxi back to BP's place and try to make coherent conversation with the new residents. At some point I fell asleep on the couch (probably, as usual, mid-sentence, and possibly, as has happened before, just after some Madge Manson got stuck on. I don't remember). In the morning, chat to said residents (but hopefully making a little more sense), note continued wearing of muslin dress by one of same with pleasure,
and eventually toddle down to King's Cross for the train back. Got some food and a paper,
had a brief chat with an ex-vet friend who was waiting in the station for her bloke to arrive, and get back into Cambridge mid-afternoon. Read paper, have shower, listen to Spiritualised record, then go out to pub.
I was feeling a little rough after the previous night, so I wasn't drinking very fast. I was slightly hurried by the people who insisted on buying me drinks, though (you bastards), so I did manage to get a few down during the few hours I was there. Also, I payed a couple of games of pool - one singles, which I scraped a victory in despite playing in a manner which was pitiful even by my standards, and one doubles, which we won almost-convincingly against a couple of people that I had assumed were going to wipe the floor with us. My partner in this was my namesake and ex-flatmate, who casually remarked that he'd broken up with his GF. There's a lot of it about.
Anyway, eventually, everyone pissed off to our respective homes and I slept.Today I have done absolutely nothing useful, and I feel really smug about it. I read the Absurder from cover to cover, listened to 69 Love Songs in its entirety, drank a whole bottle of Bru and started this thing - which, I think, adds up to as definitive a definition of a wasted day as anyone could hope for.
Hmmm. I've just noticed that this webpageupdateything doesn't have a preview button. Oh well. Maybe the complex page does. I'm sure I'll find out soon. Every day a new adventure . . .
