Well it’s official, ryan’s a mighty 23. Happy birthday mate. A mostly debauched weekend was had by all…
Friday was of course Mr V’s, featuring a cosy candlelit steak dinner at home and far too many bottles of wine. Went to see the tangentially Lynchian Punch Drunk Love, nothing like a fluffy romantic number, more bleak and discomforting. Well worth it nonetheless with some great writing (check the horribly real sister that sets Barry up). The varied audience reaction was interesting… certain scenes were both blackly comic and unnervingly raw at the same time: some people would be laughing and others frowning at the same thing. What was with the shifting colour interludes though?
Tragically on Saturday I was on shift and couldn’t participate in the anti-war march in Glasgow. Nora reports it was great; I’m particularly disappointed that I missed out on my opportunity to carry a dove on a stick. Consolation was provided by going out on the razz at Berlin Bier Haus, Opium and the faithful Egg.
Sunday of course was six nations day, and we watched through a hungover haze as Scotland were utterly cuffed by the boys in green. Intae them! …as opposed to around them or between them, doh. Things were helped though with the acquisition of Grand Theft Auto 3, an absolute must-have on the PC.
A busy week here getting things tied up for my absence next week, joy…
17-Feb-03 at 7:27 pm | Permalink
happy birthday ree, ye feckin’ geriatric. I hope much fun was had by all. How’s your course going? Am I completely wrong in thinking that its something web/computer graphics related? meant to ask.. If you want, you can have my place at college. I’m thinking of becoming a truck driver.
Right. better continue stumbling blind, naked and trainerless, through the veritable shard filled minefield full of purgatorial sex offenders that is Flash MX. Sigh.