Silly Pub Rule
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: The sound of Elisabeth eating
Wow-wee! E & I went to London on a Friday night for some awesome theatre MA birthday celebrations. Hit the old standby Wetherspoons off of Charing Cross (You know, the one we've taken every single guest who's stayed with us?) and was expecting some late night drinking fun (It turns out the last train to Woking is at 1AM so we can now do utterly wacky things like see plays and go to concerts.) But what happened? The bar closed at 11PM.

11PM.

Now what's strange with that picture? A packed bar on a Friday night, lots or people having a good time and we're forced to drink up and then sent out on the street? In the heart of one of the most vibrant cities in the world? And meanwhile there are all these news reports about drunks wandering the streets beating up people.

Hmm, let's think for a second... Maybe London should just keep them in the bars where they can get drunk & tired so that when the stumble out at some WACKY time like 1AM, they're too tired to beat up a tourist, help the economy by employing people longer, pubs make more money, the streets are safer...

But no. England's always been this way so there can't possibly be anything wrong with it, can there? Change would only be scary, strange and lead to that icky feeling...

Okey dokey, got to end things there. Elisabeth wants to watch On Golden Pond.

-Stephen (highly distressed) out.

Stephen Says
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Black Girls - The Violent Femmes
I lost. Again.
Crap.
But it looks like E & I have graduated to a new level of blogging status over at Angelfire - Moods! Music now playing! Plus it's easier to do html! And we can make certain posts secret or only viewable by certain people.

(By the way - Only YOU are able to read this blog entry. ... aren't you special!)

Plus there's a spell checker which I need desperately. Whatever will Jenn critisize me on?
(PS- That's a DELIBERATE typo!)

Elisabeth is singing the songs for her Jack the Ripper musical and Black Girls has ended - The Violent Femmes are singing about ol' Mother Reagan.

-Stephen (writing like a horny teenager) out!

I won!
Mood:  vegas lucky
Elisabeth the Greatest Monopoly player in Woking!

Like a Villain
Mood:  chillin'
wow. It's Thursday. Time for monopoly. life is good. we are happy. getting things done. Like collecting empty wine bottles.

Bye

E

I know I should have done it a few days ago
But I got rid of the panorama. You can see it on the "blog pics" part of the year two photo album. Yeah, yeah, I'm slow but eventually I'll get the job done.

PS- Elisabeth will some something. Eventually. Soon. Some day. Maybe. Perhaps.

PPS- Good job news may be coming soon. Or maybe not. We'll see.

Bl(og)ah, bl(og)ah, bl(og)ah
Another typical Tuesday night over here. I'm listening to Hawkwind and Elisabeth's wondering about the origin of moles - If anyone can help us out, do alibno's have moles? What makes them? Are they a fall back to our original skin colour? All these questions have been asked by my darling bride who also beat me at monopoly, but no suprises there.

Damn, I also forgot what I was originally going to post. Something about playing ultimate frisbee in Greenwich park on Saturday, getting bruised up and watching Back to the Future. I think.

Boy, it's going to take alot of blog entries to get rid of that panorama. Alot of rambling, blah, blah, blah. ... Boy, aren't Walkers Cheese & onion good!!!

W.T.F.??
E and I went to see Farenheit 9/11 at Woking's fabulous cinema the other day only to discover that it was reserved seating. Our seats were H10 & H11. File this under one of the stupidest things in the world. When everyone came in late because they wanted to avoid the 20 minutes of commercials (Which preceded the 10 minutes of previews) they had to look for there seats. Even though the theatre was 20% full, people still asked others to move. In the dark. Milling around, trying to read the little numbers on the seats. I mean, I don't want to rant but what's stupider? Reserved seating for a cinema ("If we let them sit wherever they wanted, it would be madness! Tall people stabbing tall people for the aisle seat! Kids gunning each other down for the front row! It would be anarchy! What would Prince Edward think??") or people actually obeying the reserved seating? ("Oh, Prince Edward! Sooo sorry, I appear to be sitting in your favoured seat.") My God, if it was in a book, people wouldn't beleive it.

"Life is the crummiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook.
Just alot of cheap shots,
some pictures to shock
and characters the worst author would never dream up."
-Bad Religion

Stephen "trying desperatly to bump down the panorama picture" out.

Bookkeeping
I've added a new gallery of the various blog pictures I've put up, mainly for posterity's sake as well as my anal-retentive sense of keeping things in order. Check it out by clicking HERE or through the usual avenues.
Meanwile over here, things get tense with the lasagne...
(Cue ominous music)

Crap
Crap.
That panorama's really big and made things very wide. Oh well, it's motivation to blog alot so that it'll get bumped to elsewhere and get the blog to lose some weight.
Apologies for making the blog temporarily annoying.
-Sir Stephen blogalot

Greenwich photo ops
The first photo is a fine panorama of London from the observatory in Greenwich Park. (Note the Millenium Dome on the right [Does Millenium Dome require capitalization??])
The second is the laser beam (Faintly seen; it's on the left shooting diagonally into outer space) that marks the exact spot where, uh, Greenwich mean-time is. What does mean-time mean? well one side is 1 hour ahead of the other. Except that it isn't really but might be one of the reasons Back to the Future (Seen on the movie screen) started an hour late and we only got to see the first half.
-Stephen Hello!?? Mcfly??

GONE: One WAYYYYYYYY To big panorame picture. go to the "Blog pics" section of our year two photo album to see the bastard!