Well, that was roughly as incensing and pointless as I'd expected, but at least I don't have to go back. This time I think my favourite conversation was the one that went :
Me : ...so I'm a bit worried about that.
fx : drill starts up next door
Her : I'm sorry about the drill.
Me : It's ok.
Her : It must be upsetting you, because in a way it's like your worries, drilling into your happiness. You know, boring a way in - and I suppose that can be a bit boring, too. [In which she looks very pleased with herself.]
Me : [In which I look disbelieving.] ...you must be very good at crosswords.
Still. Don't have to go back. And although it's been raining on my parade hard enough to almost drown me over the last 24 hours, I seem to still be just about keeping my head above water. Not sure what to do with myself for the rest of today, of course, but time seems to pass by itself if I leave it alone for long enough.
Edit : And it's very, very, very, very, very cold. But you knew that.
After all, what else is there to do on a Friday night if you're at home alone other than watch said Festival, with all its jangle and ill-conceived riot? ~s~ So far, highlights have included :
* Trinny and Susannah pouncing like rabid wildcats upon the defenceless breasts of EastEnders's Little Mo.
* Shots of, among others, Terry Wogan, Antony Worrall Thompson and Kirsty Young shaking their proverbial things to 'I See You Baby'; Will Mellor (I believe) doing it rather disturbingly well.
* Rolf Harris singing Jake The Peg and then proceeding to chase a squealing Gaby Roslin around the stage waving his extra leg at her.
* An amazingly half-arsed attempt at recreating the dubious magic of Blankety Blank.
* Brian McFadden wiping the floor with the remains of Westlife. Alas, I mean musically, and not in some bizarre charity escapade.
* Daniel Bedingfield wiping the floor with his sister, likewise.
I hope everyone out there is having a great night, but I'd like to assure them all that I am, too. Even if half of it is giving me the fear. ~smile~
Edit : Oh, god. And if anyone was watching the BBC newsreaders (bless their little hearts and Andrew Marr's huge ears) just now...I'm really really sorry about that. ~wanders off to have hysterics~