A grave blow to the head...

Here, in more detail than other entries, is my outline of the weekend. We start at Friday. Obviously to begin with we got up - we being me and Kirsty. To cut out all the obvious mundane stuff we set off north after rendezvousing with Vicki on the stairs. The journey was treacherous, having to dodge many unknown travellers and creatures stranded from the previous night, but eventually we made it to the mystical and wonderous place that is known as the Food Court.

Upon arrival we discovered that Simon was waiting for us - as planned. My companions may correct me, but to my knowledge we bought a small amount of food, devoured it and then set off once more. This time we headed west towards the transportation depot that would herald Kirsty's departure from the city. This would have occurred earlier and in the east, but the time of departure from the lodgings meant that we were too late to catch that particular...bus. Once at the depot we waited momentarily for the transport to arrive. Upon arrival, Kirsty boarded the transport and we bade her farewell.

The next part of the journey took me, Vicki and Simon uphill where we briefly parted; I to the building that deals with currency exchanges to give myself money using signed papers. I then left to meet the two others outside the lesser HMV. We then travelled up to the intriguing place known as, Forbidden Planet, wending our way through the perilous Market Street. Taking a short detour we found ourselves in a dangerous and tempting place whose name I do not recall, where our eyes feasted upon the delights of shining weaponry, mythical beasts and those which He himself surely wears. The legendary New Rocks.

Exerting huge effort we eventually manged to escape the building without severe casualties and hurried onwards to Forbidden Planet. It was at this stage in the excursion that the narrator took a grave blow to the head and so his speech capacity was damaged for some time. He then spent the rest of the time talking some strange local language where previous known words went straight out of the window. So, we got to Forbidden and ye gods we nearly wet ourselves with excitement. I spent the time looking through the posters whilst Vicki and Simon buggered off somewhere, Simon occassionally showing me an Anime dvd of some form. I eventually narrowed myfindings down to four posters - all Luis Royo - from a possible seven or so. I did only buy one, which is good.

We then left, having spent not a great deal and then accidentally got stuck in Cyberdog. Oh dear. Finally Vicki got two pairs of pants, for, twenty (20) pounds ladies and gentlemen! And I found a fantastic t-shirt which I had once seen in year 12 being worn by someone and I had thought, 'do want'* so I bought it. Going upstairs through the maze that is Afflecks we spent some time browsing, and looking at more posters. I found a perfect one for my mum though, which is good, seeing as it's her birthday very soon...anyway, it was - still is - a Simpson's one doing a take on an Edward Hopper painting**.

As our day progressed we ended up in the bigger HMV where a Catt pounced on us. We talked shortly and then she ran away. Me and Simon both bought some Anime; me - Ghost in the Shell boxed-set, Simon - She, the Ultimate Weapon. And then we dangerously went to Fopp, but I bought nothing. I don't think we went to Games Workshop, for once, but instead we left and went to mine for a short time, then Vicki went back downstairs and Simon went home. I then had the rest of the night to do some work.

The following day I awoke hardly refreshed at 9:30, giving me half an hour to d ogetting ready thins and get to work on time - which I pretty much managed, surprisingly. This was my last day and I was a bit miffed because 1. I would be leaving some nice people behind, and 2. I'd be leaving £200 a month behind. During my dinner break I got excited and went to Games Workshop and bought a basic marines set and some black spray. For dinner I went to Greggs***. Then at 6:30 I finished work, a whole half hour after I was supposed to do. During that extra half hour, I made the biggest balls-up on tannoy I believe has ever been achieved; I was trying to call a manager over to deal with something but managed to get several call-out phrases completely mixed up. This combined with the short amount of time you have on the thing and the fact that my brain had left itself in GW^, the ensuing phrase was something like this; "Can an assoc...memb...er, um, er staff, manage, erm, can a managerial, no er...er'umm, ohh'er, em, bleh'ma, man, agam, er, erm, e'b'm, um'em, bul'em'lm..." I was left extremely red in the face - or so it felt - and so crouched down behind the counter whilst my co-workers laughed at me and the person I was serving looked perplexed.

I then went home after raking in almost 5k, had some food of some sort and then managed to get a bit of work done whilst on msn to Kirsty and later on putting my new WH^^ together.

The sunday was mostly devoted to work, just as I'd told myself it would be, although I gave myself breaks ofc. At dinner time I met up with my good friend Kath for an hour. We wandered around a bit, went to Waterstones where I bought two new books - House of Chains by Steven Erikson and Scar Night by Alan Campbell - and then she went home, as did I. Then up until 7:30 I did more work and then went out for foods at Buffet Metro with Iain, Scott and Mark. Simon did not go because he was still in Edinburgh and had misjudged when he needed to get the train by. Silly boy. I got back in at 9:30 ish and spoke to Kirsty for a while on good ol' msn and then I had a nice relaxation.

That concludes my pretty damn busy weekend. And just for point's sake, my Crusader is pfa, as are my marines ^.^

Love, Milord.



*or something along those lines.

**if you didn't know already she's an art teacher, so it's very appropriate.

***2 Steak Bakes, 1 Jam Doughnut and a bottle of Ribena.


^Games Workshop

^^Warhammer (40K)