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davidn...On the other hand, sometimes it's better to wake up and find that what your mind made up overnight isn't true. Actually, most of my dreams recently have involved playing Breakout, so I'm going to try and complete Electranoid and get it over with. (I'm on level 81.)
There was another trip to Aberdeen yesterday, with me providing a taxi service as usual. This time David Moore paid me £5 for taking him in, saying "Don't argue." I certainly didn't. We were going to watch a film, but after the bowling all the cinemas had closed. Maybe we spent a bit too long on the DDR machines - it was Amy that got me in to them in the first place, so I'm just passing on the addiction. Sunset Boulevard now has "Dancing Stage Euromix", which is the one we discovered in Megabowl Dundee with all the top quality cheese on it.
We wandered aimlessly around the city for a while. It was like the stretcher ride scene from Jacob's Ladder - passing the alleyways, getting glimpses of drunks and neds, stoned out of their minds. I was half expecting to find an executioner with a twitching head, and limbs strewn about the road. Actually, all that happened was that we went to a pub near the Union which I can't remember the name of (you would think I was drunk or something). It was rather nice, not even too much smoke like every other place in Aberdeen. However, as is traditional, they had the music up too loud, but not to the ear-drum-bursting decibel level of the Kintore Arms (the kind of volume usually associated with sonic sci-fi weapons that knock down buildings).
After midnight, we drove back (past the unofficial Aberdeen Racing Circuit where all the neds go around aimlessly with their spoiler-adorned cars) with Kamelot - Epica playing far too loud instead. That'll show them.
I woke up this morning and realised that during the day I would be all alone for the next month, everyone else having gone to work or school. Of course, I let that set me off thinking about still being single, but it soon passed. It seems a waste - I was always a miserable complainer, though I didn't show it to some people. I never realised how good I had it. Oh well, at least I've got my own bedroom back.
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to the 20th already.
There was another trip to Aberdeen yesterday, with me providing a taxi service as usual. This time David Moore paid me £5 for taking him in, saying "Don't argue." I certainly didn't. We were going to watch a film, but after the bowling all the cinemas had closed. Maybe we spent a bit too long on the DDR machines - it was Amy that got me in to them in the first place, so I'm just passing on the addiction. Sunset Boulevard now has "Dancing Stage Euromix", which is the one we discovered in Megabowl Dundee with all the top quality cheese on it.
We wandered aimlessly around the city for a while. It was like the stretcher ride scene from Jacob's Ladder - passing the alleyways, getting glimpses of drunks and neds, stoned out of their minds. I was half expecting to find an executioner with a twitching head, and limbs strewn about the road. Actually, all that happened was that we went to a pub near the Union which I can't remember the name of (you would think I was drunk or something). It was rather nice, not even too much smoke like every other place in Aberdeen. However, as is traditional, they had the music up too loud, but not to the ear-drum-bursting decibel level of the Kintore Arms (the kind of volume usually associated with sonic sci-fi weapons that knock down buildings).
After midnight, we drove back (past the unofficial Aberdeen Racing Circuit where all the neds go around aimlessly with their spoiler-adorned cars) with Kamelot - Epica playing far too loud instead. That'll show them.
I woke up this morning and realised that during the day I would be all alone for the next month, everyone else having gone to work or school. Of course, I let that set me off thinking about still being single, but it soon passed. It seems a waste - I was always a miserable complainer, though I didn't show it to some people. I never realised how good I had it. Oh well, at least I've got my own bedroom back.
Needless to say, I'm looking forward to the 20th already.
