I've been to London, to visit the Cee

Hello. I just back from London. Sadly, I forgot to turn on the boiler before going to get food and eating some of it, so I can't have a shower for another half an hour or so. Probably I should be unpacking, but we all know LJ is where it's at. And it can wait.

I went to London. Possibly I didn't mention that before I went. I was at Cee's, who is lovely, and fed me cake, and only slightly tortured me with her bizarre neighbours.

On Friday we went to see Order of the Phoenix. ( Spoilers )

And then on Saturday we went for a Greasy Spoon breakfast and I made her watch Welcome to Collinwood (oh God, Sam Rockwell). She seemed to like it. And was quite nice about my random babbling about Peter/Sylar. Mostly I owe her for quite a lot this weekend. THANKS, CEE. And then - I don't even know where the time went, we were going to see a football match and I SAID YES but Cee backed down, and then we went to a tiny little stuffy room above a pub, in which we cleverly positioned ourselves next to the only open window, and watched a secret gig with Rich Hall. Rich Hall is great. He told massive lies to a taxi driver about being a rocket scientist trying to stop an explosion, and the taxi driver was suprised because he thought Rich only wrote a book about Sniglets. Mostly Rich said Britain was great for not being upset about explosions or much of anything really, and complained about there being no air in the room. And I made eye contact with a nice looking boy near the front a number of times. Which was pleasant. Sadly the seven months pregnant female Iranian comedian who was meant to be on after Rich couldn't make it, but we stayed and listened to some songs about Spain and senoritas, and then a guy who'd just got of the stage at some other bar be funny for five or ten minutes, and then went home.

Today I was not woken up by Cee's neighbours knocking on the door and trying to get a couch up the stairs. Just Cee wanting to jump on me. We had cake for breakfast, and watched the Hot Fuzz commentary, from which we mostly learned that Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright are a bit in love with Timothy Dalton. Searching for fic afterwards led us finding the Hot Fuzz fic archive, though it sadly does not include much fic about the aforementioned Dalton. Inexplicably. Then we tried to learn blackjack (mostly failed), watched the last episode of Heroes, and I ATTEMPTED to show Cee the glory of macros. It didn't so much work. And then I came home. It was all very good.

Also, Cee's mouse is great. If a bit trippy.

I guess the boiler will be done by now. I have to go get a shower for work. I keep meaning to post about work. Remind me tomorrow.

Ooh, lightning.