girlofprey

I just had the worst dinner ever. In fact, I think 'survived' is more appropriate. Worse even than the Oxford dinner. It was pretending to be cheese tortellini. IT WAS NOT. Perhaps if made with gravel. Or some poison. SO BAD. Yack.

Anyway. Actually, I bought the new Yeah Yeah Yeah's CD, and I'm just listening to it, and iTunes is telling me the first track is 50 minutes long - wtf?? I have newfound respect for the band if they recorded a song for that long, though. But I'm listening with some disbelief.

I'm trying to count up all the things I have to do over the next few weeks, and keep getting overwhelmed and losing count. It includes: investigating the kinds of reviews in small press publications, deciding what book I'm going to review for my Creative Writing essay, writing my Creative Writing essay/review, reading Mrs Dalloway and The Hours in preparation for seminars, watching The Hours in preparation for a presentation, reading special bits of Le Morte D'Arthure for Arthurian Literature, doing preliminary research for Adaptation and Arthurian essays, working on my (mostly non-existant) Creative Writing portfolio, researching and organising if not actually booking a trip to Cuba with K this summer, seeing all the friends I haven't seen in months at all the various times they get back into town, deciding what I want to spend my birthday money on while I have access to the internet to order it cheap, squeeing about new Green Wing. And doing Easter. And lots of other things I'm sure. I feel the need to lie down in a dark room with a cool cloth on my head just thinking/writing about it. But I'll get it sorted. I'm sure (::eyes it unsurely::)

In the meantime I am going on the internet and watching TV. Snuff Box is actually quite alright, if a bit spare and random. It's about a man who's been a hangman since he was fourteen (bloodlines) and all that, and so is incredibly rich and something of a psychotic wanker, to the point of helping a pretty girl control the dog she's walking until it turns out she has a boyfriend, at which point he boots the dog down the street and tells her to fuck off. For example. It stars Dixon Bainbridge from The Mighty Boosh, aka Matt Berry. Who it turns out looks like this

without the moustache. Woof, somewhat. Also it has this for a theme tune - written and performed by the lovely Mr Berry. Whom I love. Rather a lot. Yes.

Also:

My final and utter verdict on Mac from Green Wing, which will probably change at some point over the next few days:

There is something quite sexy about his whole hair-loose shirts-skinny jeans combos. I'll admit that. And I do see the slight chemistry in his scenes with Caroline. But he is just so rubbish at dealing with this in any sort of acceptable way, and so apparently willfully oblivious to the blatant lust and utter brilliance of Caroline, and Sue, and Guy, whether he's emotionally stunted or scarred or just a wanker or whatever, that I refuse to ship him with any of them. He doesn't deserve it. They should all do sex with each other instead. Causing Mac to explode. Yes.

Roll on, Series Two.

And that song's still going on, by the way.