And then I lost motivation- not to mention actually having time to write this beast of a blog. So instead you'll get what you're given and that'll just have to do.
Yesterday was a day from Hell and all I really wanted to do at the end was to go home and have some quality alone time and sleep but instead had to go out to the theatre as I was going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show with friends. It turned out to be the best bloody thing I could have done. How could I possibly have doubted that classy tunes and b&d costumes would not cheer me up? I time-warped like there was no tomorrow and screamed out 'asshole' and 'slut' with gleeful abandon. So therapeutic. Of course nobody will ever be better than Tim Curry but the Frankenfurter we had was pretty damn good, in fact apart from the chorus singers being a bit strident at times, it was brill.
In other news, I had Daniel staying with me for 5 nights which was cool. I don't know what the poor lad really thought of it all- he got dragged out to the most horrible 80s Russian porn-star-styled club on Sat night for Sam's going away thing. However we are a demon dancing duo and not even the poppy music (Jackson 5 through to Backstreet Boys) and horribly overpriced sugar-loaded premix drinks would put us off. We shook our groove things till 3am or so and then staggered off home. I took him on a very uneducational tour of London which involved walking along the Thames from Westminster to Tower Bridge without actually telling him anything about the sights or going in to any of the places. What a good friend I am. (I decided it was better that he just pick up the vibe of the thing.)Right, time to do that work thing.
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