I
\nseem to be getting some sort of social life, mostly revolving around one
\nof the postgrads, John Hillier, his girlfriend, Katie, and the people they
\nrent rooms out to.<\/p>\n
Thursday evening I went out with them to see Signs, the new Mel Gibson film.
\nNow, I’ll try not to spoil it for those reading this who haven’t seen the
\nfilm but I’ll give my opinion of it. Well, the characterisations were fine,
\nthe emotions shown seemed genuine. However, the message of the film, faith
\nis important and everything happens for a reason, including the bad things
\nwas put over as subtile as (to paraphrase Douglas Adams) having your brains
\nsmashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick! Add
\nto this REALLY stupid aliens (if you’ve got a problem with being disolved
\nby water, why invade a planet that’s 2\/3rds covered by the stuff and has
\nthe stuff falling from the skies and walk around naked without an environment
\nsuit?! Oh, and if you’re stealth technology is so good that you can’t be
\nseen at all by day, why leave the lights on so your ships can be seen at
\nnight?! Oh, and wouldn’t it be a good idea to learn how to get out of closets?)
\nand I’m afradi I couldn’t suspend my disbelief long enough to enjoy the film.<\/p>\n
Anyway, Friday night was uneventful.<\/p>\n
Saturday was a mixture of the normal domestic duties with the addition of
\ntaking some old computer junk down to the local “recycle centre” where I
\nasked if I may remove an old OnDitigal box from the computer skip and was
\ntold no, ‘cos they didn’t want to be sued because of the possibility of it
\nbeing electrically dangerous.. and I couldn’t smuggle it out either. (In
\nthe same place were such delights as a ZX Spectrum 3, an original PowerMAC
\nand an Amiga 500.. poor things.. they’ll be removed from the recycling part
\n(read refurbishment and resale) and crushed in the landfill to become archeological
\nartifacts in centuries to come.<\/p>\n
The evening was spent at John and Katie’s place being sociable with an evening
\ndedicated to the leaving of one of their housemates and the arrival of two
\nothers.<\/p>\n
Sunday morning was spent in bed reading the end of The Hobbit. That’s taken
\nme a little over a week.. a far thinner book than The Lord of the Rings and
\ndefinitely a children’s book in the language used but the story itself was
\nfar more grown up, though you could tell that the form of Middle Earth had
\nas yet not been fully formed in the mind of J.R.R.Tolkien.<\/p>\n
Seeing as the weather was so nice I decided to go out in the afternoon. I
\npopped up to one of the places where the Ridgeway meets a road, parked and
\ntook a nice long walk with my camera taking pictures of the scenery. I managed
\nto see a field vole scamper into the grass.. about 15-20 pheasant, mostly
\nmales, walking ahead of me on the path, disturbed by other walkers before
\nI could get a good photograph, oh well. I wish people would stay out of my
\nway in the country, it spoils the whole thing as they scare the wildlife.<\/p>\n
The evening was spent watching telly, finally retiring to my bed at around midnight after watching Sharpe on UK Gold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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