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- 08:11 Morning tweeters. Had a restful night, slept from 2230 to 0700! that's much more sleep than I usually get. Brighton is good to bring sleep!¬ #
- 15:06 @juzzywuzzy : i have fond memories of fort road beach when i visited singapore in the mid 1990's #
- 15:09 HWMBO finally home from his run. still overcase. intarwebz, why aren't you more interesting this afternoon! #
- 21:08 @boyshapedbox : I twunkled. My twink days are long gone... #
- 21:10 almost time for bed...just saw a docu on a Chinese man with face tumours...I am the Elephant Man it was called...I hope they can fix him up. #
- 21:57 nighty-night Tweetervillians all...off to put my pills together for next week and then to sleep, perchance to dream. It's the beta-blockers! #
Aug. 4th, 2008
Sorry for not blogging lately
Aug. 4th, 2008 09:05 pmI apologise for not blogging much lately. I suppose I should be blogging on the train going to Nuneaton, which is where my current assignment is. Once we leave Euston Station and I have read my email, I usually slip into a reverie and don't bother to do much until I get to the office, where I am fully employed doing some process improvement and release procedures. When I get home, I'm usually exhausted so I just read everyone else's blogs and fall asleep, to dream of really weird things such as people who walk around with pantographs on their heads drawing power from overhead lines just like trains do.
The Pendolino trains that ply the rails between London and Nuneaton (ending up in Liverpool) are quite good, actually. They get up to pretty good speed, and lean into curves mechanically, allowing for faster speeds overall. The cost for a day return ticket is £107 (that's about $214 US) but I prefer that to staying in Hinckley (which is where the office actually is) as there is nothing to do there and I like sleeping in my own bed.
We had an interesting weekend. Our friend M was staying with us Friday night and then coming to Brighton Pride with us. I left my mobile phone at home that morning, so I didn't find out that we were meeting him in Chinatown at 6:30 PM until I got home at 6:20 PM. An irate phone call later I ended up getting to the Korean restaurant on Charing Cross Road at 6:55 PM. The food wasn't really great; I liked a kimchi pancake, but my beef hotpot was not overfull of beef. We went to Costa for a coffee and dessert and then home to bed. I couldn't sleep very well, so woke at 4 and stayed awake. Rats!
When slicing a bagel for M at breakfast Saturday morning, I managed to slice my right thumb up as well. This was not very bright. It bled like a stuck pig but I managed to staunch the blood and put a dressing on the wound. It still stings a bit this evening, and I managed to get it to bleed a little when adjusting my backpack at Nuneaton Station this afternoon, catching the dressing and opening the wound. However, I think it'll be OK.
I wore the kilt I bought at Brighton Pride last year. Here's a picture of the three of us at Preston Park later on:
The kilt was surprisingly comfortable, fit well, and was air conditioned (of course). I shall wear it when appropriate. It's a very heavy denim from Union Kilts, and I think it was a good buy.
HWMBO, M, and I went to London Bridge Station and waited for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dangtri, Alex, and Bob. dangtri arrived well in advance of our departure for Brighton, but Alex and Bob just made it. We got on the 0911 to Brighton, and we all got seats. My seatmates were a couple, one a bear the other a hunky Brasilian or Portuguese man. They ended up stroking each other's feet once our party consolidated itself and they had privacy.
We got to Brighton, had a pastry, and repaired to the waterfront. It was pissing down rain as only England can piss down rain. It wasn't big drops, and it wasn't torrential, but it was steady with enough wind to make it unpleasant. Alex and Bob were going to march, with Alex doing his usual acrobatics (he was gymnastics champion of Singapore in a bygone time) but it was too slippery and wet, so they didn't march. The rest of us repaired to Harry Ramsden's for lunch. At least it was dry.
We then took a shuttle bus up to the park, where it had begun to clear. We walked around the stalls, not buying much but looking. I bought two pair of Havaianas in green and yellow (Brasilian colours). We did not admire the Conservatives' float and booth. I was flabbergasted to see a full-fledged float in the march with people partying on it that was labelled "The Conservative Party". The denizens of this float were wearing wife-beaters that said "I came out. I'm a Tory". No eggs or other missiles were thrown, as far as I am aware. Brighton is a Labour stronghold, I believe.
We got a couple of glasses of Pimm's and a Kronenbourg for M, who promptly spilled HWMBO's Pimm's on our beach blanket, which we had spread on the ground to sit on.dangtri promptly fell asleep, we drank our Pimm's or beers while Alex and Rob joined us. Many hot men were spotted, but as it was kind of chilly there was less overall nudity than there would normally be (no backless chaps that I could see, for example).
We walked to the railway station, encountering my former yoga teacher, Kym, on the way! I was so glad to see him and got his email address. I may join one of his other classes, as I think I did much better during the classes than I had before or since.
Sunday was quite quiet. His Reverence the Rector is on holiday, so we had Archdeacon Stephen from Nigeria to celebrate and preach. He went on for 25 minutes but I can't remember a word, both because of his heavy accent and also because he treats his sermons like an adult Bible Study rather than sticking to the readings set for the day. HWMBO went jogging with a former co-worker (straight) and had lunch with him. We stayed in for the rest of the day and retired early.
So that was our weekend and welcome to it.
The Pendolino trains that ply the rails between London and Nuneaton (ending up in Liverpool) are quite good, actually. They get up to pretty good speed, and lean into curves mechanically, allowing for faster speeds overall. The cost for a day return ticket is £107 (that's about $214 US) but I prefer that to staying in Hinckley (which is where the office actually is) as there is nothing to do there and I like sleeping in my own bed.
We had an interesting weekend. Our friend M was staying with us Friday night and then coming to Brighton Pride with us. I left my mobile phone at home that morning, so I didn't find out that we were meeting him in Chinatown at 6:30 PM until I got home at 6:20 PM. An irate phone call later I ended up getting to the Korean restaurant on Charing Cross Road at 6:55 PM. The food wasn't really great; I liked a kimchi pancake, but my beef hotpot was not overfull of beef. We went to Costa for a coffee and dessert and then home to bed. I couldn't sleep very well, so woke at 4 and stayed awake. Rats!
When slicing a bagel for M at breakfast Saturday morning, I managed to slice my right thumb up as well. This was not very bright. It bled like a stuck pig but I managed to staunch the blood and put a dressing on the wound. It still stings a bit this evening, and I managed to get it to bleed a little when adjusting my backpack at Nuneaton Station this afternoon, catching the dressing and opening the wound. However, I think it'll be OK.
I wore the kilt I bought at Brighton Pride last year. Here's a picture of the three of us at Preston Park later on:
The kilt was surprisingly comfortable, fit well, and was air conditioned (of course). I shall wear it when appropriate. It's a very heavy denim from Union Kilts, and I think it was a good buy.
HWMBO, M, and I went to London Bridge Station and waited for
dangtri, Alex, and Bob. dangtri arrived well in advance of our departure for Brighton, but Alex and Bob just made it. We got on the 0911 to Brighton, and we all got seats. My seatmates were a couple, one a bear the other a hunky Brasilian or Portuguese man. They ended up stroking each other's feet once our party consolidated itself and they had privacy.We got to Brighton, had a pastry, and repaired to the waterfront. It was pissing down rain as only England can piss down rain. It wasn't big drops, and it wasn't torrential, but it was steady with enough wind to make it unpleasant. Alex and Bob were going to march, with Alex doing his usual acrobatics (he was gymnastics champion of Singapore in a bygone time) but it was too slippery and wet, so they didn't march. The rest of us repaired to Harry Ramsden's for lunch. At least it was dry.
We then took a shuttle bus up to the park, where it had begun to clear. We walked around the stalls, not buying much but looking. I bought two pair of Havaianas in green and yellow (Brasilian colours). We did not admire the Conservatives' float and booth. I was flabbergasted to see a full-fledged float in the march with people partying on it that was labelled "The Conservative Party". The denizens of this float were wearing wife-beaters that said "I came out. I'm a Tory". No eggs or other missiles were thrown, as far as I am aware. Brighton is a Labour stronghold, I believe.
We got a couple of glasses of Pimm's and a Kronenbourg for M, who promptly spilled HWMBO's Pimm's on our beach blanket, which we had spread on the ground to sit on.
dangtri promptly fell asleep, we drank our Pimm's or beers while Alex and Rob joined us. Many hot men were spotted, but as it was kind of chilly there was less overall nudity than there would normally be (no backless chaps that I could see, for example). We walked to the railway station, encountering my former yoga teacher, Kym, on the way! I was so glad to see him and got his email address. I may join one of his other classes, as I think I did much better during the classes than I had before or since.
Sunday was quite quiet. His Reverence the Rector is on holiday, so we had Archdeacon Stephen from Nigeria to celebrate and preach. He went on for 25 minutes but I can't remember a word, both because of his heavy accent and also because he treats his sermons like an adult Bible Study rather than sticking to the readings set for the day. HWMBO went jogging with a former co-worker (straight) and had lunch with him. We stayed in for the rest of the day and retired early.
So that was our weekend and welcome to it.