Saturday in review

I'd set my alarm clock to wake me up at around 8:30 this morning, but me being me, I managed to turn it off in my sleep (yes, I actually can do that), and thus woke up some two hours later.

My grand plan for today revolved around a quick jaunt into Kingston, as all Saturday's seem to be consisting of recently. My sole reason for this was to move some cash between accounts, and in hindsight you'd think I could've done this during last week's cushion expedition to Kingston. I probably could, but quite frankly I do like going to Kingston.

So I tottered off, moved money, had a lovely coffee, and witnessed some extreme emo-ing.

Now, I think I'm going to draw a line under this whole emo thing, because I honestly don't think it'll get any better than this; today's emo-encounter was amazing.

Somehow, a group of young emos in their stripey tops and skinny jeans had managed to get themselves caught up in a length of video tape, and were fighting to break free. I suppose for a generation used to CDs and mp3s the humble and archiac video tape can be quite a frightening thing, especially when you snap open a video cassette and the next thing you know you're being entangled by what appears to be 15 miles of sinewy film.

Alas, I was not able to hang around to watch the outcome of this incredible emo Vs video tape encounter, but I like to think that they were horribly strangled and died a long and painful death.

No doubt some heartwrenching and angst-ridden soft rock anthems will be written about their tragic demise by some lank-haired musicians wearing NHS glasses and cardigans stolen from their nans.

When I got home I decided that I really should pump up the tyres on my car, because it has seemed to be pulling to the left quite a lot over the last few... er, months? And yes, my portable pump-o-matic agreed with me in a fashion that, had it been the robot from Lost in Space, it would've waved its wibbly arms around and shouted "WARNING!" a fair bit.

I thus proceeded to pump said tyres, and seriously looked like I knew what I was doing. I had dirty hands and everything.

The afternoon was spent reading my current book of choice, which is thus far a tad hit and miss, although there's some Gilbert and Jaime Hernandez stuff in it towards the end, so I'll crack on regardless.

Evening saw a trip to Sparky Ma and Pa's, where Sparky Ma was experimenting with some kind of Italian-style meal, which was lovely, followed by The X-Factor, which saw Simon and I proceed to take the mickey out of the girl with the vending-machine teeth.

Now I'm back home, writing this, and wondering if I should watch Almost Famous, which Simon has lent me because, for some inexplicable reason I've not yet seen it and everyone, including me, thinks I'll really like it, but I'm a bit knacked and I quite fancy an early-ish night. Also, I really don't think I'd be able to appreciate it in my current state; my hearing has degraded AGAIN, and I'm pretty sure the songs won't work quite as well with subtitles.