Am very tired, and lots of bits of me ache. But I’m in the new house and have unpacked most of the lounge. Hurrah.
Off we flew to Glasgow for the lovely Kirsten’s birthday. Or rather, off we flew to Glasgow Prestwick, which is to Glasgow as London Luton is to London.
Anyway. After a special Ryanair queueing adventure, where I was sent back and forth from the checkin to the ticket desk twice, we boarded. I settled down to try to snooze, as is my wont, and Anthony switched his phone to flight mode and started watching a video on it. The flight attendant approaches.
“Excuse me, sir, is that a mobile phone?”
“Yeah, but it’s in flight mode.”
Then, the moment of chilling clarity. The realisation of that which had only been previously suspected. All those nagging fears confirmed in a single sentence.
“Sorry, sir, but you’ll have to switch it off. Ryanair doesn’t support flight mode.“
I get that you want to protect your business from burglars. I get that. I really do.
But if you allow your alarm to wail unattended for OVER AN HOUR when people are trying to sleep, then you should be shot.
Bane of restfulness!
Slayer of sleepytime!
Truly, thou art a cruel and capricious mistress.
There are no good space-based real time strategy games around these days. And, well, it’s a fairly niche genre, so I suppose it’s understandable. But last week I suddenly had the urge to dig out and re-play Homeworld: Cataclysm, so after much digging through boxes of stuff, I did so. And it was just as good as the last time I played, and even prettier on my current PC than the 650MHz Celeron laptop I originally played it on.
So, if you haven’t played it, and you see it in a bargain bin, snap it up. It really is a bargain.
Stupid shaky hands. How am I supposed to drink my tea?
Opening the store at ten, but not actually opening the checkouts till eleven. Awesome. Thanks, Tesco!
It’s about as much fun as it sounds.
The interview meme. Questions posed by Felinitykat.
1. Have you ever had a burning desire to live somewhere specific? A country or town you’ve never lived in before?
I was going to say “no, but I have occasionally had a burning desire to live somewhere other than where I was (for example, when I was in Middlesbrough)”, but then I remembered the long weekend I spent in Cannes. For some time after that I had quite the burning desire to live there. Lovely place, warm, nice food, boats. Even the occasional film star, although I wasn’t there for that particular weekend. It was all very nice.
2. When you lived in Spain, what did you miss most about the UK? And what was best about living in Spain that you wouldn’t get over here?
I missed my friends and family. Corny, I know, but true. Also, tea.
The best thing was probably all the great pig-based food and how cheap it was. And proper tapas, as in tapas that you just get given when you order a drink in a bar. That was fab.
3. Who do you admire the most?
Tricky question. I can’t really single out any one person, which is a bit of a cop-out, but there you go. Anyone with great talent, or who not only has principles but stands firmly by them, grit, determination, combinations of the aforementioned.
4. What’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
Again, tricky, particularly as with my awful memory I may forget nice things that people might have done, which is terrible of me, but unfortunately true.
However, my brother let me live with him for a while when I was forced to move out of my flat, and he has also helped me move house on several occasions (including helping me hump my stuff back from Spain). That was nice.
5. Are you good at keeping secrets? What’s the best one you’ve ever been told? (ah ha ha, see what I did there?)
Oh, you cunning devil, you. I like to think I am quite good at keeping secrets, partly because I try and keep my word wherever I can and partly because I just forget a great deal of what I’m told.
Best one ever? Not telling.
Because I am bored, and still in the office rather than going out and drinking with my mates before going for a curry like I damn well should be, I have been browsing the intarwebs.
A colleague sent me a link to James Henry’s blog, for the toy-fu cartoons, which are funny. And then I saw that he was a writer on Green Wing, and thought that was quite cool. So I read some of his blog, and thence also started reading Patroclus’ blog, and I’m ploughing through the archives when I see a link to Longcat, and I think “hang on, I know him” and investigate further, and yes, it’s the same Longcat who is the brother of the lovely FelinityKat, and what this long and rambling sentence adds up to is the fact that I am less than six degrees away from Hilarious Telly Comedy People.
Which is nice. Makes me feel a bit better about still being in the sodding office.
