Started well.  Thought the cast was pretty good, and the performances were OK.  I know it’s cliche to say “it wasn’t as good as the book” but they’d done such a good job of adapting it up to the last 40 mins or so (aside from the Jenny/Sarah swapping at any rate) but they really, really copped out at the end.  I was waiting for shotguns and revlations about what really happened in LA, dammit.

First of all: I’m informed I owe kenix an apology from last week.  Sorry, chap.  Had, obviously, no idea what I was doing.  Certainly wasn’t intentional.  Should it happen again, feel free to administer some kind of beating.  Although not too hard, as I’m a big girl’s blouse.

Secondly, I suspect that going out tonight was a mistake.  Certainly, the curry house was.  Apologies to everyone else for being much, much less than sparkling company all night – I can only plead exhaustion, and laterly, nausea.  I shall attempt a dazzling return to form by next weekend, if anything is going on.

In other news, and despite the fact that no-one but me cares, the new Flogging Molly album is lordly.  A little bit more mellow than the last one perhaps, but it’s really grown on me in the last couple of days.  I can see it getting every bit as much play round here as the previous two have, which is good.

Oh, and does anyone reading this fancy going to see the Pogues on the 21st of December?  I’m already going the previous night, but I’m trying to get an excuse to go the second night as well, so if there are a few folk interested, it’ll make it all the easier…

So tickets are now on sale for Flogging Molly at the Islington Academy on November the 19th, and yes, I have of course, booked one for myself.  Anyone else fancy joining me?  (The usual description I trot out is that they’re what you’d get if you crossed The Dropkick Murphys with The Pogues.  If you do, I recommend booking through ticketweb, rather than wayahead/seetickets as there’s a 4 quid price difference.)

I also note that Tom Waits may well be playing the UK in November, which fills me with a joy almost beyond measure.  In fact, it may only be equalled by the black depths of my murderous rampage should I fail to secure a ticket, whenever they go on sale.  Still, this means that if all goes to plan, then this year, I’ll have seen The Pixies, The Pogues, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, The Fall, Flogging Molly, Jason Webley and Menlo Park live.  That’s pretty damn close to “all my favourite musical acts”.  In one year.  Fingers crossed The Pogues and Waits, as the tickets aren’t on sale yet…

Today is my last day in my current job. As of tomorrow, I am one of the great unwashed, only with, y’know, better hygiene than that.

Or, rather, I would be, but I’ve just had a phone call, telling me that I’ve got a new job. The one I wanted, in Dorking. It’s a three month temp-to-perm thing, but I’ve been given assurances that this is pretty much a formality, and to be honest, I prefer a probationary period, anyway – it’s best for all parties, in my experience.

There’s still a bit of dotting i’s and crossing t’s to do, but I’ve done the interviews and blinded them with my magnificence, they’ve made a salary offer that I’m happy with, so it’s just down to signing bits of paper, and I start with them next Wednesday.

One day, I’m going to find out what this unemployment thing is like for periods longer than a deliberate short break between jobs. Honest.

(And the rest of you, but especially the Americans) I’d like to direct your attention to this, written by my old mate dr_dastardly. This goes double for you Americans if you’re not planning to vote.

I mean, personally, I’d quite like Bush to get a second term – it might increase the chances of all my friends in America fleeing the country, and moving to London, which is obviously the best place for people I like to live, but on balance, I think it’s probably better for the world at large if he doesn’t get a second term, and whatever Kerry’s failings may be, he’s clearly a step up from the current shaved-monkey incumbent. So go on, read what Huw has to say, and give him a hand…

With a splat. Like a bump, only less coherent, and with a slightly unpleasant texture.

This is more or less how I’m feeling this morning. Sometime around the middle of last week, I developed a bit of a sore throat. Not enough to warrant complaint, and nothing beyond that. I avoided the pub, and I took it a little easy at the gym, just to avoid putting stress on my system, because after all, I’m interviewing at the moment, and want to look bright eyed and alert, so as to impress prospective employers. By Saturday, I was feeling right as rain.

I am, of course, deeply stupid. It turns out that eating two meals all weekend, staying awake for 26 hours, and dancing for seven hours or so of that in an outrageously sweaty club, as well as the usual intake of toxins that pubbing and clubbing usually entails isn’t good for me. I mean, who knew? I’m hoping that taking things fairly easy today will sort me out – my plans for the evening extend to a decent meal and a few hours of City of Heroes, before an early night.

And speaking of the game, for those of you with any interest in MMORPGS, I heartily endorse City of Heroes. I’ve been playing for maybe ten hours thus far, and I’m completely hooked (the moment I left the beginners area, just in time to see someone’s higher level character lauching into flight trailing a blaze of silver light just sold me completely – I just looked at the pretty thing thinking “I want to do that…”), although I’m already thinking of sidelining my current primary character for a slightly cleverer powerset. I think I may conduct experiments this evening with a few new low-level chars, rather than putting in any serious time with one character.

This t-shirt. I won’t be buying it because as much as I like the design, I’m a) not giving money to a bunch of mad bastards like that, and b) I want the design on the front of the shirt, not the back, and I really don’t want the logo of the aforesaid loons on my front.

Someone make me a version of that shirt in black, with that design on the front. I will pay cash. When I have a new job.

Somehow, Diamanda Galas has released one album, and is about to release another, without me noticing.  This is plainly a disgrace, especially the one she’s already released has several fine blues numbers on it, and I do love it when she sings the blues.  So they’ve been added to my amazon wishlist, and I’ll get round to buying them, like so many other things, “when I have a new job”.

Well, when I’m done with this coffee, it’s off to get my hair sorted.  Nothing terribly thrilling, but I’ve got a job interview on Monday, so I figure it needs a little tidying, and dying so it’s a little less two-tone.  The I should be showing my face at coffee, some time around 4, I’d have thought.  And from there, to the pub, with a chance of clubbing later…

God, it’s just a never-ending social whirl.

Which may not be the brightest idea, given that I’ve got a job interview on Monday, and tomorrow, I need to read up on disabilities legislation as it applies to the web.  Anyone know if there’s a handy summary site out there?

What I’d actually intended to do when I fired up my LJ client this morning, was write up last night, but I got side-trackedinto telling horrible little stories, because there’s something wrong with me.

Mercifully, stu_n has written last night’s entertaiment up, and has done a better job of it that I would have, anyway. Go and read about the Taiko we saw last night.