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Sep. 20th, 2008 10:42 amAnother great week - blimey, they keep rolling in!!!!
A bit of confusion saw me waiting and waiting and waiting for Bridget to get off the bus on Monday.
Had either of us turned around, we'd have realised we were standing about 10ft apart with our backs to each other. Each of us had arrived a bit early and picked a good spot with a view of approaching pedestrians. I was looking DOWN the street, and she was behind me looking UP the road.
D'oh! With that finally sorted I dragged Neal over for dinner (The Plough does a buy one, get one free on pizza on Mondays so rather than let it go to waste I suggested he join us for a free meal). We then did a bit of a pub crawl before finally heading back home in the early hours of the morning.
Tuesday I was at a Microsoft Robotics conference. Am all geekily excited now and have lots of ideas for world domination helped with my own android army :) Nothing can stop me mwaaahaaahaaaa, oh damn, they've blue screened.... shouldn't have used Vista
Wednesday was a bit of a quiet evening, although somehow the conversation came onto porn movies at which point Bridge seemed to become more alert, and the next day saw us heading to watch a few of the *ahem* "art" movies that were being shown as part of a dirrrty movie themed exhibition. Unfortunately, a bit of confusion at the tourist information office saw me waiting outside an exhibit called porn and she was waiting by the billboards for pornography at the Rep Theatre. I'm spotting a theme for this week *g*
A quick re plan was in order, and rather than waste a nice evening, we went for dinner at Nandos and then caught a showing of whatever was at the Foreign Film Society I'm with.
Bridge had a craving for one of the meals on the children s menu and was pretty much begging the waitress. Unfortunately the woman was having
nothing of it, so Bridget announced "I'm a child, I'm eleven years old"
AhHaaa she thought, the waitress would never want to be accused of calling a customer a liar.
With the people behind us turned round watching, the waitress asked Bridget to confirm she was 11, which she did, and asked her to confirm she wanted the children s menu, which she did.
Then, in an even louder voice than Bridget used, announced that the menu quite clearly states that the children section is only for kids aged 10 and under, and Bridget, by her own admission, was not eligible for it.
*palm*face* If you're going to lie, at least check the facts that you're lying about *g*
The movie we ended up seeing was "Une vieille maîtresse" by French film-maker Catherine Breillat who is well known for her sexually explicit movies, although - sadly as far a B seemed to be concerned - this was one of her most tame. Instead this period drama set in 19th century Paris concentrated on the differences between the leading ladies. Stoic Britishness, sultry French moodiness and wild crazed Latin emotion.
[local Brummies who like their movies a bit off the wall and with subtitles really need to check out the Central Library International Film Society, showing Tuesdays and Thursdays]
Friday is jazz night, although this week it was a bit too mellow for my mood. I waited until Katherin arrived and then popped out for dinner in Brindley Place and then came back just as the jazz set was finishing before heading off to The Wellington.
There we met up with a young brickie from Leeds and a guy from Cardiff who dreams of running his own brewery. As usual when you meet random strangers everyone had a great time and email/phone numbers were swapped and tentative plans made for a night out on the town midweek.
Bridget got a bit peckish, and after a quick run to KFC she then decided she would rather have a change of pace so I left Kat and we came back and stuck on some classic 80's comedies with John Candy.
At some ungodly hour this morning I dragged myself out of bed and took Bridge to the train station as she carried on with the next phase of her round the world trip.
And now.... the sun is shining and there are friends to visit, so I'm hitting the road.
A bit of confusion saw me waiting and waiting and waiting for Bridget to get off the bus on Monday.
Had either of us turned around, we'd have realised we were standing about 10ft apart with our backs to each other. Each of us had arrived a bit early and picked a good spot with a view of approaching pedestrians. I was looking DOWN the street, and she was behind me looking UP the road.
D'oh! With that finally sorted I dragged Neal over for dinner (The Plough does a buy one, get one free on pizza on Mondays so rather than let it go to waste I suggested he join us for a free meal). We then did a bit of a pub crawl before finally heading back home in the early hours of the morning.
Tuesday I was at a Microsoft Robotics conference. Am all geekily excited now and have lots of ideas for world domination helped with my own android army :) Nothing can stop me mwaaahaaahaaaa, oh damn, they've blue screened.... shouldn't have used Vista
Wednesday was a bit of a quiet evening, although somehow the conversation came onto porn movies at which point Bridge seemed to become more alert, and the next day saw us heading to watch a few of the *ahem* "art" movies that were being shown as part of a dirrrty movie themed exhibition. Unfortunately, a bit of confusion at the tourist information office saw me waiting outside an exhibit called porn and she was waiting by the billboards for pornography at the Rep Theatre. I'm spotting a theme for this week *g*
A quick re plan was in order, and rather than waste a nice evening, we went for dinner at Nandos and then caught a showing of whatever was at the Foreign Film Society I'm with.
Bridge had a craving for one of the meals on the children s menu and was pretty much begging the waitress. Unfortunately the woman was having
nothing of it, so Bridget announced "I'm a child, I'm eleven years old"
AhHaaa she thought, the waitress would never want to be accused of calling a customer a liar.
With the people behind us turned round watching, the waitress asked Bridget to confirm she was 11, which she did, and asked her to confirm she wanted the children s menu, which she did.
Then, in an even louder voice than Bridget used, announced that the menu quite clearly states that the children section is only for kids aged 10 and under, and Bridget, by her own admission, was not eligible for it.
*palm*face* If you're going to lie, at least check the facts that you're lying about *g*
The movie we ended up seeing was "Une vieille maîtresse" by French film-maker Catherine Breillat who is well known for her sexually explicit movies, although - sadly as far a B seemed to be concerned - this was one of her most tame. Instead this period drama set in 19th century Paris concentrated on the differences between the leading ladies. Stoic Britishness, sultry French moodiness and wild crazed Latin emotion.
[local Brummies who like their movies a bit off the wall and with subtitles really need to check out the Central Library International Film Society, showing Tuesdays and Thursdays]
Friday is jazz night, although this week it was a bit too mellow for my mood. I waited until Katherin arrived and then popped out for dinner in Brindley Place and then came back just as the jazz set was finishing before heading off to The Wellington.
There we met up with a young brickie from Leeds and a guy from Cardiff who dreams of running his own brewery. As usual when you meet random strangers everyone had a great time and email/phone numbers were swapped and tentative plans made for a night out on the town midweek.
Bridget got a bit peckish, and after a quick run to KFC she then decided she would rather have a change of pace so I left Kat and we came back and stuck on some classic 80's comedies with John Candy.
At some ungodly hour this morning I dragged myself out of bed and took Bridge to the train station as she carried on with the next phase of her round the world trip.
And now.... the sun is shining and there are friends to visit, so I'm hitting the road.
