The order of the PHOENIX!
Don't you just hate it when - having settled in for the hour long train journey, got your earphones in, and your Moleskine notebook open to write about skeletons - you realise you're sat opposite a maniac. There's a special kind of sinking feeling you get when, after an innocent train announcement mentioning Preston Park, Haywards Heath and other stations to Victoria, the maniac barks I'll beat him UP, and later Sombody's got a NOKIA with terrible flashing eyes. Fortunately he left after just one stop, creating a visible slackening of the rigid passengers in the carriage.
After this unpromising start, and tiredness due to my painful back which prevented sleep the night before, the day went well. Lots of presentations which went excellently, with several moments of genuine big and cleverness which compelled people to abate into agreement.
Home in the evening to see the latest Harry Potter extravaganza Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was collected by Anna and Anton, and we met Martin and Sam at the cinema. The night was spoiled for Anna as the babysitter called her just as we were settling down to say that Oskar had been badly sick. She have to leave us in the cinema, populated almost exclusively by language students. We were sat near the front, bang in the middle of five rows of Chinese students chattering happily about Hawwi Pottah, and making shhh! noises, and kissing noises when HP's love interest came on. Until, that is they were glared at by Sam, who thundered "Excuse me... but will you shut UP!" in a way that seemed curiously familiar.
The Order of the Phoenix, however, was fun and I enjoyed it. Darker and much better than the first one, which is the only other HP film I've seen.
Anton and I paused briefly in The Eddy on the way home for a quick beer, and to be called handsome by the both the flirty gay owner and his flirty young barmaid. This has officially been adopted as our local.
And so to bed.
Don't you just hate it when - having settled in for the hour long train journey, got your earphones in, and your Moleskine notebook open to write about skeletons - you realise you're sat opposite a maniac. There's a special kind of sinking feeling you get when, after an innocent train announcement mentioning Preston Park, Haywards Heath and other stations to Victoria, the maniac barks I'll beat him UP, and later Sombody's got a NOKIA with terrible flashing eyes. Fortunately he left after just one stop, creating a visible slackening of the rigid passengers in the carriage.
After this unpromising start, and tiredness due to my painful back which prevented sleep the night before, the day went well. Lots of presentations which went excellently, with several moments of genuine big and cleverness which compelled people to abate into agreement.
Home in the evening to see the latest Harry Potter extravaganza Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was collected by Anna and Anton, and we met Martin and Sam at the cinema. The night was spoiled for Anna as the babysitter called her just as we were settling down to say that Oskar had been badly sick. She have to leave us in the cinema, populated almost exclusively by language students. We were sat near the front, bang in the middle of five rows of Chinese students chattering happily about Hawwi Pottah, and making shhh! noises, and kissing noises when HP's love interest came on. Until, that is they were glared at by Sam, who thundered "Excuse me... but will you shut UP!" in a way that seemed curiously familiar.
The Order of the Phoenix, however, was fun and I enjoyed it. Darker and much better than the first one, which is the only other HP film I've seen.
Anton and I paused briefly in The Eddy on the way home for a quick beer, and to be called handsome by the both the flirty gay owner and his flirty young barmaid. This has officially been adopted as our local.
And so to bed.
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