Traditional random update

Mum came up with the silliest thing ever, I was telling her about the paintings in the LXG headquarters and I said that one of them had the Scarlet Pimpernel and Dr. Syn. There was a pause and then she said, "I was just about to say but Dr. Syn is a fictional character." Only my mother could forget that the Scarlet Pimpernel isn't real.

A few more notes about LXG - as well as having Tom Sawyer added purely for the Yanks, one thing it amused me to learn was that in the comic Mina Harker was a divorcee whereas the film one was a widow. Hollywood still has problems in that area, and also with the fact that she was the leader. Because a big film can't have a powerful female who doesn't need men, can it?

And I'm presuming Nemo's acts of terrorism went out of the window for similar reasons.

Onto things it actually got right - Jekyll's trousers. Unlike Bruce Banner's incredible expando-shrinko trousers his were too big for him when he turned back into Jekyll from being Hyde. Someone finally thought of that detail. Kisses to whoever.

In the rubgy Great Britain lost the Ashes to Australia - again. But then again, in the second test, they were playing against 14 men. The ref was blatently biased. Okay, you might say I'm equally biased but when Stevo (co-commentator, basically the heel colour commentator), who goes out of his way to say that we're all insane and there's nothing wrong with the ref, is blasting him there's a problem.
Shaun McRae, who is an Aussie, was blasting him.

And I'm blasting him, not just because my team lost, but because it's not fair on the Aussies who played a blinder of a second half but that'll be forgotten in the great ref controversy.

Final score Aussie 23 - 20 Great Britain.

Number of people half-killed by Adrian Morely - 1, he's now on report, stupid boy.
Number of suspected broken arms - 1, Keith Senior. And hurting him takes some doing.
Number of times Paul Deacon got smacked silly - 2, please dear Aussies don't target him, he's only young.
Number of times the Aussies tried to take Brian Carney's shirt off - 3.
Number of times we saw Aussie underwear - innumerable. The British tackles all seemed to involve trying to wedgie the Aussies. And I swear one of them wasn't wearing anything underneath, which makes him brave and stupid.

England beat France in rugby union. Bah. Sorry, I don't like the way they play and once again all their points came from kicks and not tries. However I find it very difficult to cheer for the Aussies (no offense intended to anyone from aforementioned fine land). Plus it would mean cheering against Steve Thompson who is as sweet as Neil Back is vile. Martin Johnson is off my hate list, in case you're wondering why, he was being nice to the French captain, who is now retired.

Fabien Galthie vous etes un magnific jouer de le Rugby.

(And anyone who actually speaks French ought to feel free to correct me. Because I'm pretty certain that that's the wrong word for player, and that I've misconstructed the phrase, 'player of rubgy'.)

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Of course I'd had a lovely weekend so fate decided to kick me in the shins. The bloody HSBC hole in the wall decided to swallow my bank card. So I've had to cancel it and order another. Which will take until at least the start of December to arrive. Oh boy, me and the chequebook are going to have to become aquainted.

Which is great because the nearest Barclays is about a half an hour round trip starting at uni and heading back and the cafeteria shuts at 3.00 and I only get out of lectures and tutorials at 2.30.

But I'm not letting it get me down, I feel better than I have done in at least a year. I feel comfortable. Uni suits me, the exams are going to kill me but I'm happy.

Edit: Turns out that I finished at 1.30 plus I snuck out of a lecture. One that we don't get examined in and doesn't count towards our grades so I don't feel too bad. Except I do because the guy running it is a darling so I feel bad for him.

But I did get money out and found a nice little deli, with a nice little deli store assistant.

Went to ju-jistu, not regretting it, my right toes are but that's because they got a nasty scrape.

And he who still has no name was there. At home, I'm used to ignoring attractive guys because normally they're 1) older than me, or 2) I know their dark dirty secrets. Here I can only just tear my thoughts away. I have to get over him.

The process would be helped if he stopped smiling. It makes him look like a mischevious imp and renders me thought-dead.