• Mood: okay
• Music: 'Been Training Dogs', The Cooper Temple Clause.

And yesterday...

Jason X : oh, so very, very stupid. But in an endearingly tongue-in-cheek way. This followed by Wes Craven's New Nightmare and then Freddy vs Jason, because, well, we had to. Then I took lovelyoliver to see Sin City, which was even better this time than it was last time (because I'd got over the having to laugh at Clive Owen's hair) and which Oliver loved, which is good, because I want everyone to see it and love it. And then there was silliness at Rocksoc pubmeet, with many lovely people including an extraordinarily welcome olithered who appears to have convinced me to come to a metal night by the simple means of promising to wear a suit. I'm so easily persuaded.

This was followed by me going to sleep and dreaming about Sean Bean doing Things to Liam Neeson whilst telling him Other Things about Christian Bale. More like that, please.

Morning. So far Cambridge is mostly good, somewhat bad, generally Cambridgelike in places, and I'm glad to be here but also reminded of why I don't spend this much time here in one go, and shouldn't, and won't again for some time.

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