Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Today I went to Oxford and helped Ian move his stuff in. I got there at about 12, so I spent a while poking about the otherwise empty house, which was naturally intensely interesting. Ian got there about 1. The practise of getting the key was surprisingly easy to do, given the rigmarole it apparantly entailed in theory.

After that, Ian’s Mum took us to the local beefeater for some food. I had Cod and chips, because it was the plainest thing on there. I’m continually bemused by the way restuarants attempt to make your “dining experience” “vibrant and exciting” by smothering the food in all manner of crazed sauces. I’m not quite sure where simple chicken and chips got subverted by “succulent flame-grilled chicken cooked in herbs, garlic, and spices, and smothered with red wine sauce, and chips” (for example..) but I’m pretty certain it annoys me, and I’m realtively certain it shouldn’t add about £4 onto the price. We were also asked, when water was requested, if we would like Fizzy or Still. This, I recently heard, is a fucking scam. If you order fizzy, they can carbonate tap-water with a Sodastream-like machine, and charge you £3 a glass. If you get still, then they’re obligated to give you it free.

After that, I gave Ian the tour of the remaining house, trying to remember each small detail that requires mentioning, which has become second nature to me over the past year.

Got back at about 5, narrowly missing the Oxford rush hour traffic on the way out. Spent a few hours doing the usual, picked up Nikki and had her round for a bit, dropped her off and then came back here. Yesterday I finished watching buffy S6, so I decided to get a new obsession. But I ended up watching an old S2 episode that I skipped last time I rewatched it. (”Ted” with Jon Ritter, who I realised while watching it, is the Dad out of Problem Child)

And then I wrote a blog update.