Good Lord, I actually have Events To Report. Are you all as stunned as I am?
The middle part of the week was fairly typical, with me being as work for the most part. My fingers, after initially recovering slightly due to using steroid cream on them, have started to get bad again. I am in no way prepared to have them disintegrate on me again, so I've given my notice at work. I don't think it's too slacker of me to quite my job because I'm in danger of losing the nerve endings at my fingertips because of it. Which means that I'm working all the way through the Christmas period, and then after New Year I shall once again be unemployed, although hopefully not for long. I'm really going to put my back into finding a job with some higher pay this time round. Getting out of Blackpool and on with my life really has to become my main priority now.
I went out on Thursday night and had my usual evening of frenetic dancing and carousing, with the bonus of several of my friends having arrived back home for Christmas. Then I moved pretty much straight through to Friday morning with about 2 hours sleep (not for any interesting reason, I hasten to add) and went to see Return Of The King. It is class, and a fitting end to a trilogy of films that have really revolutionised the way we thinks of movies in terms of structure, adaptation and special effects. And, as Nic says, gayest hobbits ever.
I then went along to what was meant to be a joint SG Manchester meet and small birthday celebration for me. However, despite dragging along my friends Carnage and Mist (no, they're not their real names) - and gaining a lift to Manchester in doing so - my mates decided to go see Beecher at Satan's Hollow and stay there all night instead. Which made me feel pretty good about it being a birthday thing and all. Being my usual ineffectual self I didn't complain (just call me Doormatt) and simply got on with having a good time with the fine SG folk I met for Fab Cafe and Jilly's-related fun. It was cool to meet people in person, and getting to bounce around at Jilly's to boot. It's been about 2 years since I last went and lots of people had told me it had changed completely. Apart from gaining a room that turned out to be a filthy rotten lie. It still rocks. I was sweaty, although that might just be me. I also had a remarkable amount of energy considering how little sleep I'd had the night before.
Finally met up with my mates at 2 and went back to foggy Blackpool in the car. Collapsed into bed and knew nothing more until this afternoon. My neck hurts.
The middle part of the week was fairly typical, with me being as work for the most part. My fingers, after initially recovering slightly due to using steroid cream on them, have started to get bad again. I am in no way prepared to have them disintegrate on me again, so I've given my notice at work. I don't think it's too slacker of me to quite my job because I'm in danger of losing the nerve endings at my fingertips because of it. Which means that I'm working all the way through the Christmas period, and then after New Year I shall once again be unemployed, although hopefully not for long. I'm really going to put my back into finding a job with some higher pay this time round. Getting out of Blackpool and on with my life really has to become my main priority now.
I went out on Thursday night and had my usual evening of frenetic dancing and carousing, with the bonus of several of my friends having arrived back home for Christmas. Then I moved pretty much straight through to Friday morning with about 2 hours sleep (not for any interesting reason, I hasten to add) and went to see Return Of The King. It is class, and a fitting end to a trilogy of films that have really revolutionised the way we thinks of movies in terms of structure, adaptation and special effects. And, as Nic says, gayest hobbits ever.
I then went along to what was meant to be a joint SG Manchester meet and small birthday celebration for me. However, despite dragging along my friends Carnage and Mist (no, they're not their real names) - and gaining a lift to Manchester in doing so - my mates decided to go see Beecher at Satan's Hollow and stay there all night instead. Which made me feel pretty good about it being a birthday thing and all. Being my usual ineffectual self I didn't complain (just call me Doormatt) and simply got on with having a good time with the fine SG folk I met for Fab Cafe and Jilly's-related fun. It was cool to meet people in person, and getting to bounce around at Jilly's to boot. It's been about 2 years since I last went and lots of people had told me it had changed completely. Apart from gaining a room that turned out to be a filthy rotten lie. It still rocks. I was sweaty, although that might just be me. I also had a remarkable amount of energy considering how little sleep I'd had the night before.
Finally met up with my mates at 2 and went back to foggy Blackpool in the car. Collapsed into bed and knew nothing more until this afternoon. My neck hurts.
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cherry:
I'm floored
I'm floored 
acwildheart:
Hey, cheers for the comment. Actually, the beer shop I usually go to is called Beer Ritz, just behind the Minster on Goodramgate. There's a sort of olde worlde style sweet shop just next door to it which sells great big orange drops as well. Which I'll probably also pick up a bag of tomorrow. 