Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Okay, so admittedly I didn’t do anything useful at all this weekend, Monday afternoon or otherwise. but it’s a bank holiday, and if they can bunk off, so can I.

This morning I was faced with a far more insidious form of bunking off though. In this case, the train had bunked off and decided to stop moving on the track, which meant Northfields station was closed. If the station’s shut then I can’t get to work, so I had to bus up to Ealing Broadway and get the central line. A comfortable journey, yes, since it’s the end of the line and you’re virtually guaranteed a seat, but it meant I arrived like 20 minutes late, so not so great on that front.

Sunday night, after fixing Dad’s PC and watching the Antiques roadshow (”We took this from my grandmother’s house when she died in case it was worth something” “It’s worth £50″ “… oh, that much?”) and then dodgy crime drama “Mayo”, which is filmed IN MY HOME TOWN OF LEAMINGTON (someone got murdered by being pushed off the Jephson Bridge. What a great way to go.) I went up Josh’s where we played some Tetris DS, a bit of Geo-thingy on his 360, and then Sam, Lorna, Josh and I performed the usual ritual of taking the piss out of shitty TV until there’s nothing left but to go to sleep. We watched Star Trek VI, which I consider to be the best Star Trek film, if only for the Kirk Vs. Kirk fight, and the the middle 2 quarters of Kill Bill Vol. 2 which I haven’t even seen since the cinema. Then we turned our attention the top 10 Britney Spears videos (they’re all great, with the volume down) and then to those programs where obscenely rich music stars take you around their obscenely sized homes and demonstrate how obscenely detached from reality they are. Bastards.

Then obviously I spent today at work. As you can expect, there’s not a lot to say about that besides how the frequent problems of the past week are far from disappeared. It makes it very hard to do work wen the site is in this state. At lunch I went up to check out the Silver Screen closing down sale (it was opened by Darth Vader a few months ago. No wonder if bombed, given his track record of wasting venture capital on doomed projects) but failed to find anything of great interest. I won’t let that prevent me from trying agian, though. X-Files season 1 was only £16 and I’m sorely, sorely tempted, if only I didn’t know that the stuff I really want to re-watch is more like seasons 4-6…