Satisfying Saturdays
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanNew slippers make for happy paws and that is the position I am in at the moment. For a fiver I acquired happy paws. My old slippers were not that old, but the soles somehow have managed to crack and crumble, leaving bits of themselves scattered around the flat, like tiny black bullets. This has never happened before: usually I buy slippers and the soles are immortal, evincing not the slightest signs of wear no matter how tatty the uppers become.
These new ones were acquired in North Finchley where we briefly wandered this afternoon. They were the prime reason for disappearing down there, but we took the opportunity to empty three TARDISes and a fat pig of all their secreted loot (pennies, tuppences and five pence pieces by and large, but a couple of twenty pence pieces and a Barbadian ten cent made it through the sift) yielding is £37.69 from the coin sorter in Sainsbury's - it should have been a little more but about 20p worth of coins wouldn't go through for some reason. We had a meal and a pint in the local O'Neill's pub and then went to spend our bounty in Waterstone's. We still have about half of it left, but I picked up Byzantium by Judith Herrin, whilst Furtle acquired, after much thought, Book of the Dead by Patricia Cornwell and Andrew Marr's A History of Modern Britain. Since these were acquired on a 3 for 2 deal, I nearly blew the remainder on Battle Cry of Freedom, but I know that I used to own a copy and am hoping that it is not lost, but merely miss filed. Similarly I talked myself out of reacquiring Suzanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell for the same reason.
We returned home, watched an X-Files, Dr Who, another X-Files and then forty-odd minutes of The Constant Gardener on DVD, before deciding that rather than watch the remainder, we should simply eBay it in the hope that someone out there hasn't picked up on the fact that it is less engaging than pickling tree bark. So we watched another X-Files. There is a season and a third left before we run out of it and cast around for something else. We may go back and watch the last two seasons of West Wing or opt for the second season of 24, or even the first season of Twin Peaks, which I am hoping has aged well.
My task for tomorrow is arduous: I Have to listen to the second CD of After the Day, and the remaster of Once Again by Barclay James Harvest and if I find the time, The Travelling Wilbury collection.
I may even do some drawing. Or finish my model.
These new ones were acquired in North Finchley where we briefly wandered this afternoon. They were the prime reason for disappearing down there, but we took the opportunity to empty three TARDISes and a fat pig of all their secreted loot (pennies, tuppences and five pence pieces by and large, but a couple of twenty pence pieces and a Barbadian ten cent made it through the sift) yielding is £37.69 from the coin sorter in Sainsbury's - it should have been a little more but about 20p worth of coins wouldn't go through for some reason. We had a meal and a pint in the local O'Neill's pub and then went to spend our bounty in Waterstone's. We still have about half of it left, but I picked up Byzantium by Judith Herrin, whilst Furtle acquired, after much thought, Book of the Dead by Patricia Cornwell and Andrew Marr's A History of Modern Britain. Since these were acquired on a 3 for 2 deal, I nearly blew the remainder on Battle Cry of Freedom, but I know that I used to own a copy and am hoping that it is not lost, but merely miss filed. Similarly I talked myself out of reacquiring Suzanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell for the same reason.
We returned home, watched an X-Files, Dr Who, another X-Files and then forty-odd minutes of The Constant Gardener on DVD, before deciding that rather than watch the remainder, we should simply eBay it in the hope that someone out there hasn't picked up on the fact that it is less engaging than pickling tree bark. So we watched another X-Files. There is a season and a third left before we run out of it and cast around for something else. We may go back and watch the last two seasons of West Wing or opt for the second season of 24, or even the first season of Twin Peaks, which I am hoping has aged well.
My task for tomorrow is arduous: I Have to listen to the second CD of After the Day, and the remaster of Once Again by Barclay James Harvest and if I find the time, The Travelling Wilbury collection.
I may even do some drawing. Or finish my model.
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Date: 2008-05-03 10:45 pm (UTC)Another one of life's little mysteries, why people don't like good films :P *guffaws*
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Date: 2008-05-04 06:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-04 08:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-04 09:45 am (UTC)TP has aged well, I have it and it is still great through the languid atmosphere is really unlike most current TV (Carnivale aside)
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Date: 2008-05-05 10:57 am (UTC)I quite liked the Constant Gardener too.
However I was very sad by the end, it's not a happy film is it !
I liked it so much I bought the soundtrack.
No surprise there then !....
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Date: 2008-05-05 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-05 11:12 pm (UTC)Good value.