Cranking up the randomosity

Sorry, I've got nothing really cohesive to say, so this is just going to be a spatter of little 'bit's; vignettes, you could say. I hate to use the word random, because it's awfully overused in the blogosphere, but there's going to be some random… ness here.

Right, down to business.

Satuday. I went for pancakes with the lovely Jo at My Old Dutch in Ealing! They have clogs hanging off the wall, but sadly not the waitress who used to work there who looked like Subcommander T'Pol from Star Trek: Enterprise. But how could I stay sad about that when the pancakes were so good? I had a pancake with vanilla sugar, three scoops of ice cream, and a pot of chocolate sauce. It was awesome – and so big I could've gnawed a hole in the middle and worn the damn thing as a poncho. I also had a coffee milkshake, which might sound gross, but it was some quality shit my friends.

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On Sunday I finished off an article that I'd started writing last year (hey, I make the deadlines, I can break the deadlines, mmmkay?), because it was just sitting there on my desktop making me feel guilty every time I booted the 'puter up. There - done now. I followed that up with a bike ride, despite the fact that it was pissing down with rain. High point? Cycling in the rain is good fun. Low point? Having a chavvy little munter shout "TWAT" at me. Between that and last week's attempted spitting incident I'm beginning to think that I might need to change my route…

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Sunday evening - Supernatural. How good is this series, and how HILARIOUS was last night's episode? This was my favourite scene:


Seriously, since The OC finished this has become my personal TV highlight of the week.

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We've got some newbies starting at work soon, and one of them phoned up the other day.

"I'm the guy that's going to be starting there soon," he said.

"I'm the guy that sits in the corner and swears a lot when things go wrong," I nearly said.

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Oh, god - um, YAYNESS! I got tickets to see Prince at the O2 in August (which, as regular readers will know is also where I'm seeing The Rolling Stones), and by my own admission, I got effing awesome seats. I'm soooooooo looking forward to it; gosh, I hope he plays 'Batdance.'

Anyway, in anticipation, I've slapped my Prince greatest hits CDs in the car and have been listening to them pretty much constantly. I'm also quoting lyrics from 'Gett Off,' one of my favourite Prince songs, quite a lot, although I'm hesitant to think that "so here we are, here we are in my paisley crib" is an especially good line to use when inviting people round my place, mostly because my crib ain't paisley.

Oh well. Back to the drawing board.

"Now move your big ass 'round this way
So I can work on that zipper, baby
Tonight you're a star
And I'm the big dipper"

Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-NAH!