Civilization and it's part in my downfall
Look, I've not got time to blog, I'm busy! King's Lynn has just founded Islam, Oxford's got problems with barbarians, and Dover's nearly finished the Taj Mahal!
Er...
I should never have bought Civ IV. :-/
I suppose Gandhi can wait a few minutes for my answer to his trade proposals while I get something down.
So this weekend was fun. It started early, with a trip up to Derby on Thursday night to see Harry Hill on stage. He's a fantastic live performer, managing to be incredibly surreal but hysterically funny at the same time. I've never laughed so much at a blue rubber glove-puppet cat being violently sick in all my life.
Friday was a day off, so Jane and I dossed around in Derby looking at mobile phones (I'm thinking of getting a Nokia N70 soon) and ate large amounts of curry with Sophie and Thom.
Saturday was November the Fifth, when we English celebrate stopping some plucky underdog Americans from blowing up Parliament. (Well okay, it wasn't at all like that, but Hollywood version is bound to be. Mel Gibson in "FAWKES", anyone?)
Anyway, we celebrate by going alternately "ooooh" and "aaaaaah" at fireworks. A good firework display is deliberately designed to order the fireworks so you don't get two oooohs or two aaaahs together. I took a few pics, this being a good one...
Ooooh.
We also light big fires. This one appeared to be in danger of destroying more than just scrap wood.
Then, with a remarkable turn of speed, I managed to get home, get changed and fit a tranny outing in on the same night!
Keeping with the theme, here's my impression of a firework...
Ahhhh. :-)
Er...
I should never have bought Civ IV. :-/
I suppose Gandhi can wait a few minutes for my answer to his trade proposals while I get something down.
So this weekend was fun. It started early, with a trip up to Derby on Thursday night to see Harry Hill on stage. He's a fantastic live performer, managing to be incredibly surreal but hysterically funny at the same time. I've never laughed so much at a blue rubber glove-puppet cat being violently sick in all my life.
Friday was a day off, so Jane and I dossed around in Derby looking at mobile phones (I'm thinking of getting a Nokia N70 soon) and ate large amounts of curry with Sophie and Thom.
Saturday was November the Fifth, when we English celebrate stopping some plucky underdog Americans from blowing up Parliament. (Well okay, it wasn't at all like that, but Hollywood version is bound to be. Mel Gibson in "FAWKES", anyone?)
Anyway, we celebrate by going alternately "ooooh" and "aaaaaah" at fireworks. A good firework display is deliberately designed to order the fireworks so you don't get two oooohs or two aaaahs together. I took a few pics, this being a good one...
Ooooh.
We also light big fires. This one appeared to be in danger of destroying more than just scrap wood.
Then, with a remarkable turn of speed, I managed to get home, get changed and fit a tranny outing in on the same night!
Keeping with the theme, here's my impression of a firework...
Ahhhh. :-)
But I seem to remember callign him Matthew at the screening of Fruit Fancies I went to....
i tried explaining guy fawkes night to a friend from japan once, by the time i got to the bit about burning an effigy of guy fawkes on a huge fire she was looking abit shocked ( in a sort of 'why would you do that when its so obviously wrong?' way) so i hastily started back peddling and reasured her that of course we don't do that anymore, no, no, it was a long time ago when we used to burn people on big bonfires. This seemed to reasure her ....
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