Saturday, April 16, 2005

Of eyes and telephones and Jellys

Thursday morning I went for an eye test - I've been complaing about them since I found out that my monitor was out of focus and that my pain was real, not just me whinging. Anyway, my right eye is pretty bad but doesn't warrant glasses, the diagnosis is the same as last time; look away everynow and then from your monitor at work, and get some 'VDU' glasses that you can wear on and off to keep the eye muscles from seizing.
So I will get them on Monday. (If I remember)
Then Friday morning I got the phone installed. I wasn't sure when they were going to turn up, sometime between 8 and 1, so I was a little apprehensive about when I might get to work. When they turned up at 9 I thought 'great, I'll get to work not too late at all'. Boy was I wrong - all the cables were cut or disconnected or in bad condition, so they had to replace it all and drill a hole in our door... This in the end took 2.5 hours, so I left for work at 11:30!!! And on top of that I asked the guys how much it would cost, and they refused to tell me because 'then we might dispute the figure and maybe not get the phone connected' - too right! So now I am waiting to find out how much they are going to charge me for installation so I can say 'you quoted me £30, and then proceeded to do extra work with no quote or invoice, bugger off' though I am sure it won't work.
Anyway, getting to work so late threw the rest of the day; no friday lunch, and I didn't leave for home until a little before 7, so I had to rush hard to get there, have dinner, and then try to get to Murray's place. I didn't get there until 8:35, a mere 35 minutes late...
We then headed for the night club 'Fabric' at 9:05 and managed to get so lost we caught a cab and got there at 9:35, a mere 20 minutes late for meeting up with Damita.
Anyway, we lined up to get in, went through the rigmarole, and then discovered that I had to get my tickets converted outside... so we went outside and got them converted and then lined up again and then went through the rigmarole again and woo hoo we were in.
Fabric is supposed to be one of THE clubs in London, and is especially well known for its Drum and Bass dance music. It has 3 separate rooms for different kinds of music (maybe tempos would be a better description :) and promised to be a night of dance mayhem.
Of course that wasn't to be, as it was more like a night of dance confusion as the two main dance areas were regularly taken over by live bands (bah, humbug). By this time Murray, Damita, and I had met up with Alasdair and Jo. Murray and I were a little dissapointed in the dance opportunities (we just wanted to get down and dirty and 'lose ourselves' in those Phat Beatz), Damita was stunned and didn't really know what to make of it (I guess they don't teach you about dance music in Duntroon), but Alasdair and Jo seemed really turned on.
So we sort of went from room to room looking for excitement and not really finding satisfaction.
Murray has been trying to get me to have an Eee-xcellent night out ever since he found out that 'jellyfish' and I have not become acquanted. At any rate we had an opportunity present itself and, more through boredom than anything else, took it (or at least took half, because we were with people who didn't really get off on the whole thing and we didn't want to make them uncomfortable).
Dissapointingly I only really got a speedy effect, which was good in that I could keep on dancing for a qhile without getting tired, but none of the touchy feely stuff I was expecting - my body must need higher doses than Muz cos he was having a great time. In fact him and Alasdair both had a great time from that perspective.
It was shortly after this that a band called the 'Infidels' came on. They do a human extension of heavy dance music into, well, metal. Throw in a bit of Sisters of Mercy with a singer instead of whinger/moaner and you might have an idea of what they were like. I loved them, as did we all, though I wonder if we were in a good position to judge... anyhoo.
We kept on going for a while, and I judged at about 2 o'clock that the balance between my enjoying myself and Damita _not_ enjoying herself had crossed a threshold and it was time to go home (Damita was crashing at my place, so relied upon me to go home). We eventually emerged just before 3 and Muz and Jo came too; we caught a cab, with Jo continuing on, and Muz coming up to my place to crash too.
Finally my bunkbed proves its worth!
Single bed on top, double down below, and all three of us slept in peace (though I was a little speedy so got to listen to Murray snore for a good 45 minutes).
Saw Damita off this morning (saturdya), then went and got tickets to 'A life in the theatre' with patrick stewart for tonight with Muz and his mate Brett. Then I went and saw the german film 'The Edukators'.

1 Comments:

Blogger M said...

slow down, you move too fast.
gotta make the morning last.
just kickin' down the cobble stones.
looking for fun and feeling groovy.

7:32 PM  

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