Meh Ball. Sorry, MAY Ball.

So tonight was the second night of the May Ball. Didn't go last night (didn't feel well, and in fact slept about 18 hours last night) but thought I'd give the informal night at MQ a go. Went after Friends, realised only two people I really knew were even there, and couldn't find one of them... danced with Luci and her friends anyway to a pretty cool party band called Huge who played 'cheesy' music (read: old, rather than actually cheesy. Such 'cheesy' things as James Brown and American Pie. People have fucking warped ideas about music nowadays)...

And then it was time for Girls Aloud. I shit ye not, Girls A-Fucking-Loud. Dance floor got totally packed while we were waiting for the musically-challenged shopgirl quintet (Lamarr joke, not mine) causing suffocation, barging, pushing and all the good bits from a riot. They finally come on and do a cover of Girls On Film. Again, I shit ye not. Clearly miming as they do some perfunctory dance moves, I decided that I really had had enough... I didn't care I spent 20 quid on a ticket for two nights, I just wanted to get out of that hell hole. It's a shame, cos before them I really was having a cool time. Discover there's no taxis for like, an hour, so decide to walk. Bearing in mind it's midnight in Sunderland, it's raining and I'm on my own. One of Luci's friends was dead concerned about me (v. sweet girl) and asked me to be careful and text Luci when I got home to make sure I made it.

Made it without any hassle because there was nobody about at midnight in Sunderland (except fucking taxis driving past nearly splashing my velvet coat).

Irony of irony, I ended up spending the second most enjoyable segment of my night with Roger Moore in Octopussy. First most enjoyable was obviously Friends. Octopussy not very good, even if Steven Berkoff was in it, although it was still better than my film this afternoon: Moonraker, which may even be worse than A View To A Kill simply because that movie a: had Christopher 'Endlessly Cool' Walken in it and b: at least AVTAK was aware how preposterous it was.

Also, have become re-addicted to the computer game Theme Hospital since dl'ing it the other day (I maintain this was not an act of piracy because I did buy the game years ago, I just don't have it with me) and I can't get the fuck to sleep even though I feel tired and it's gone 5am.

Just... there are some days that I shouldn't have bothered with the getting-out-of-bed parts of life.

Meh Ball. Sorry, MAY Ball.

So tonight was the second night of the May Ball. Didn't go last night (didn't feel well, and in fact slept about 18 hours last night) but thought I'd give the informal night at MQ a go. Went after Friends, realised only two people I really knew were even there, and couldn't find one of them... danced with Luci and her friends anyway to a pretty cool party band called Huge who played 'cheesy' music (read: old, rather than actually cheesy. Such 'cheesy' things as James Brown and American Pie. People have fucking warped ideas about music nowadays)...

And then it was time for Girls Aloud. I shit ye not, Girls A-Fucking-Loud. Dance floor got totally packed while we were waiting for the musically-challenged shopgirl quintet (Lamarr joke, not mine) causing suffocation, barging, pushing and all the good bits from a riot. They finally come on and do a cover of Girls On Film. Again, I shit ye not. Clearly miming as they do some perfunctory dance moves, I decided that I really had had enough... I didn't care I spent 20 quid on a ticket for two nights, I just wanted to get out of that hell hole. It's a shame, cos before them I really was having a cool time. Discover there's no taxis for like, an hour, so decide to walk. Bearing in mind it's midnight in Sunderland, it's raining and I'm on my own. One of Luci's friends was dead concerned about me (v. sweet girl) and asked me to be careful and text Luci when I got home to make sure I made it.

Made it without any hassle because there was nobody about at midnight in Sunderland (except fucking taxis driving past nearly splashing my velvet coat).

Irony of irony, I ended up spending the second most enjoyable segment of my night with Roger Moore in Octopussy. First most enjoyable was obviously Friends. Octopussy not very good, even if Steven Berkoff was in it, although it was still better than my film this afternoon: Moonraker, which may even be worse than A View To A Kill simply because that movie a: had Christopher 'Endlessly Cool' Walken in it and b: at least AVTAK was aware how preposterous it was.

Also, have become re-addicted to the computer game Theme Hospital since dl'ing it the other day (I maintain this was not an act of piracy because I did buy the game years ago, I just don't have it with me) and I can't get the fuck to sleep even though I feel tired and it's gone 5am.

Just... there are some days that I shouldn't have bothered with the getting-out-of-bed parts of life.

OMG OMG OMG

I forgot to mention a few weeks ago that I heard a really bizarre story from Back Home.

To protect the innocent/guilty, this is deliberately vague:

One of my friends (call her L) called last week to see how I was (she's much better at the keeping in contact thing than me) and to tell me that two people I know have been involved for a while. Let me explain:

Imagine the handsomest boy in your class/year. Beautiful, but he knows it, he's the one that all the girls get a crush on at one point. There wasn't one of these in my year at my school, but there was at Louise's. We shall, for the sake of argument, call him A. He could be quite nice, although I didnt know him aside from Drama Class that I took there for ALevel. He wasn't actually part of the class. That's important later on.

Now imagine a drama teacher. Early 30s, always dressed in pink/black and imagines herself to be sophisticated and worldly. In reality, she's a drama teacher in a Home Counties backwater. Nice enough compared to horrid teachers, but a few years down the line you realise that you didn't learn anything in her class and that she essentially looked down on you.

Now, think back to drama classes when you had to set up for a show. Lights and the like. A is always there, usually doing lighting and things like that. You think little of it, cos some of his pals are in the class. To demonstrate how much he was there: L had forgotten that he wasn't in our class.

If gossip is true (and although it isn't usually, this is a strange story), then A and the Teacher have been going out for about four years.

Except that 'about four years' ago we were actually still at school. Wrapping up before our exams, to be sure, but still at school. Even if the figures given to L are vagued up, it still means A and the Teach got together very soon after he left her school. Never mind that he was an immature twonk anyway, it's all quite strange and yet makes some things from my ALevels make sense. I'm not for a second suggesting anything happened before he left school (I don't think she'd be that stupid) but it makes some sense. It's not a story that's hard to believe. Also, I think L and others have been quite curious as to why you never see A out and about in town anymore although you do see his friends. Now we know why.

I'm not big with the gossip normally (like I give a flying one about anyone but me) but this was kinda funny.

OMG OMG OMG

I forgot to mention a few weeks ago that I heard a really bizarre story from Back Home.

To protect the innocent/guilty, this is deliberately vague:

One of my friends (call her L) called last week to see how I was (she's much better at the keeping in contact thing than me) and to tell me that two people I know have been involved for a while. Let me explain:

Imagine the handsomest boy in your class/year. Beautiful, but he knows it, he's the one that all the girls get a crush on at one point. There wasn't one of these in my year at my school, but there was at Louise's. We shall, for the sake of argument, call him A. He could be quite nice, although I didnt know him aside from Drama Class that I took there for ALevel. He wasn't actually part of the class. That's important later on.

Now imagine a drama teacher. Early 30s, always dressed in pink/black and imagines herself to be sophisticated and worldly. In reality, she's a drama teacher in a Home Counties backwater. Nice enough compared to horrid teachers, but a few years down the line you realise that you didn't learn anything in her class and that she essentially looked down on you.

Now, think back to drama classes when you had to set up for a show. Lights and the like. A is always there, usually doing lighting and things like that. You think little of it, cos some of his pals are in the class. To demonstrate how much he was there: L had forgotten that he wasn't in our class.

If gossip is true (and although it isn't usually, this is a strange story), then A and the Teacher have been going out for about four years.

Except that 'about four years' ago we were actually still at school. Wrapping up before our exams, to be sure, but still at school. Even if the figures given to L are vagued up, it still means A and the Teach got together very soon after he left her school. Never mind that he was an immature twonk anyway, it's all quite strange and yet makes some things from my ALevels make sense. I'm not for a second suggesting anything happened before he left school (I don't think she'd be that stupid) but it makes some sense. It's not a story that's hard to believe. Also, I think L and others have been quite curious as to why you never see A out and about in town anymore although you do see his friends. Now we know why.

I'm not big with the gossip normally (like I give a flying one about anyone but me) but this was kinda funny.