There was also a certain amount of Type O Negative, much of which I'd heard before but not in the same listening-to-new-music frame of mind; I now realise I have to own everything they've ever done ever. Also the new Mortiis which is rather good in a way which suggests he's listened to nothing but NIN and Enya in the last three years. ~grin~
And later we watched series 3 of Black Books (as relentlessly excellent as the first two, with added Shaun-of-the-dead-gentleman) and then American Psycho, upon which I would comment but it would be unprintable. Although unprintable in the 'Christian Bale! gloves! knives! prostitutes!' sense, rather than that I in any way think the film wasn't good - it's a beautiful piece of cinema. With Christian Bale murdering people in it. I can't complain.
And now I'm home in London, and apart from seeing adjectivemarcus tomorrow I'm at a bit of a loose end this week, so I might try to arrange some things if anyone's about. It's good to not be in Cambridge any more, even though yesterday was spent with utterly lovely people - it's just not a good place for me (you may have gathered).
Gwen Stefani single out today. ~pokes world with stick~