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Feb. 1st, 2009 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyI've just watched Dancing on Ice. Donal Macintyre is beautiful, he danced tonight to a Blues Brothers song and wore a glittery striped suit, and his partner started off wearing a glittery suit jacket too. He wasn't brilliant, he fell, but he was BRILLIANT. When the Nasty judge, Jason Gardiner, started criticising him, the audience BOOED THROUGHOUT his speech. When it came to the dance-off, Donal and Florentine were the first to be announced as safe for another week. It was a bit great. I love Dancing On Ice. Although I didn't think the right person got through the skate-off eventually.
I have to go to bed soon, because I'm working in the morning. And at a place I used to work at, so I already know it quite well, which is nice. And relieves the pressure from not earning anything for a while. Although I won't actually get paid for another two weeks, unfortunately. But hopefully in time for February's rent. I have to tell/ask them tomorrow for two days off for Redemption though. Ulp.
I had been doing some thinking over the weekend about characters I tend to like, and I was going to post about it, but I don't think I have enough time now. Oh well.
Oh! And I was also going to say that I am SUDDENLY INTO ALL THE SOAPS at the moment. There's always been Emmerdale of course, but at the moment Debbie has a massive storyline, which isn't very fair. But now I've been sucked into the Ronnie/Danielle (/I love Stacey) debacle on Eastenders, and the new violent problematic teenage boy on Coronation Street spent the entirety of Friday night stalking David Platt. Currently I'm plotting the fic where they become quite good friends AND THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS. I get the feeling this won't be good for my free time though.
The weekend was lovely. We took my nephews to the local soft play area at Xscape, and I got to climb those levelled column things, crawl through tunnels and slide on slides in the name of watching my nephew. My other nephew, whose first birthday it was, laughed for about two minutes straight because I crawled under a slide and looked at him from under it. And then we went home and had cake. It was lovely. We've said we might go mini-golfing for my birthday. I rather hope we do do that.
As an aside, that Lighthouse Holiday I was talking about the other week, turns out to be really near to Clevedon, the town where mum, dad and I got stuck when our car broke down on the way to Cornwall one year. The lovely town, which we ended up really quite enjoying, I mean to say. The lighthouse bit remains a Fantasy Holiday for the most part, but it would be nice to go down there again some day.
I have to go to bed soon, because I'm working in the morning. And at a place I used to work at, so I already know it quite well, which is nice. And relieves the pressure from not earning anything for a while. Although I won't actually get paid for another two weeks, unfortunately. But hopefully in time for February's rent. I have to tell/ask them tomorrow for two days off for Redemption though. Ulp.
I had been doing some thinking over the weekend about characters I tend to like, and I was going to post about it, but I don't think I have enough time now. Oh well.
Oh! And I was also going to say that I am SUDDENLY INTO ALL THE SOAPS at the moment. There's always been Emmerdale of course, but at the moment Debbie has a massive storyline, which isn't very fair. But now I've been sucked into the Ronnie/Danielle (/I love Stacey) debacle on Eastenders, and the new violent problematic teenage boy on Coronation Street spent the entirety of Friday night stalking David Platt. Currently I'm plotting the fic where they become quite good friends AND THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS. I get the feeling this won't be good for my free time though.
The weekend was lovely. We took my nephews to the local soft play area at Xscape, and I got to climb those levelled column things, crawl through tunnels and slide on slides in the name of watching my nephew. My other nephew, whose first birthday it was, laughed for about two minutes straight because I crawled under a slide and looked at him from under it. And then we went home and had cake. It was lovely. We've said we might go mini-golfing for my birthday. I rather hope we do do that.
As an aside, that Lighthouse Holiday I was talking about the other week, turns out to be really near to Clevedon, the town where mum, dad and I got stuck when our car broke down on the way to Cornwall one year. The lovely town, which we ended up really quite enjoying, I mean to say. The lighthouse bit remains a Fantasy Holiday for the most part, but it would be nice to go down there again some day.
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