Have you heard Will Self speak? Well, the platform announcer at Kings Cross underground station this morning sounded just like him. Maybe it was him.
"...please stand clear of the doors, this train is ready to depart, my morphine addiction is coating my arteries in chalk..."
I've been lstening to The Sounds album this week. Dying To Say This To You is like Blondie/Transvision Vamp/Sleeper/Le Tigre but, as they are Swedish, so much (god, I hate this word but my thesaurus is not throwing anything more suitable at me) 'cooler'. They look great too (which almost guarantees them a space in next years bargain buckets).
My parents are in town but are at a hotel as they have friends with them and our spare room is occupied by Tom. Yesterday was the (far from) Ideal Home Exhibition and I met them after work and we had dinner in Kensington. Today is the V&A and the theatre (though not with me). Darren and I recently re-watched the first series of Tales Of The City and my evening with Mum and Dad reminded me of the scenes where Mouse (on the left) has his parents visiting San Francisco from Orlando (this will mean nothing to those who haven't seen the show). Chalk and cheese me Dad and me. If I say I'm sick of London he'll say "are you mad? it's the greatest city on earth!" and if I say I love London he'll say "it's ok i suppose, but not a patch on Newcastle". Contrary Mary we call him.
Routine annual vet visit tonight for Edward. He hates the vet with a passion. So much so that the vet straps a Hannibal Lector type face mask to Edward before he's examined. Darren won't even go into the surgery any more as he's so embarrassed by our dogs venom. I have to hold his head while the vet sticks a cold thermometer up his arse (that's Edwards arse not Darrens or the vets).
One of my Christmas presents from Darren was a two day visit to Alton Towers including a night in the theme park hotel. So, fingers crossed, we get to ride the campest rollercoaster in the world - Rita Queen Of Speed.