Song lyric of the day
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lprovenHmmm. What an intense end to an interesting week.
Yesterday, I had my first driving lesson since 2002 and only my second formal one since about 1990. I have a full clean bike license but no car license - never have. Tried the test twice at 20 or so, failed worse after passing my bike test than before, and gave up. But it would be something handy to have.
The instructor laughs at me at one point. I am a tad put out. I've just executed what I thought was a pretty decent parallel-park, neatly next to the kerb, with no retries or anything. He rushes to explain. "You say you have hardly driven a car in, what, fifteen years?" Yes, that's right. "But you did that perfectly! Like an expert! I can't believe you have had no practice, have not driven since the '80s!"
Well, I suppose that's all right then. *Grin* Oh, yeah, leave enough room to pull out without reversing. (Like that's going to be an option in London.) And stop pushing down the clutch while braking (I've always had that bad habit) and don't change down to use engine braking (which is a change from when I was first taught). But I've put in for a test, with any luck at the start of August. Eeeeep.
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the_major texted me to wish me luck beforehand and afterwards to ask me how I'd done. It went fine, I tell her. It's good! Hey, she could give me lessons, or help me practice! Er, no, she corrects me gently. She'd have to be 21 or over to take the passenger seat with a learner driver. Oops. *Bigger grin* But I am to feel free to pass & get put on her insurance. :¬)
So later on,sblackery mentioned on a mailing list I'm on that zenmeisterin was getting a few people together to go to see Batman Begins. (Sorry, sparktastic. We could go see something else?) I wasn't able to make it by 6pm but I met up with them in Leicester Square and we duly saw the movie, which was splendid. An excellent return to form for the very tired Batman movie franchise, from Christopher Nolan, director of the splendid Memento (for which a friend of mine, Dave Julyan, composed the music, oddly enough.) Dark, moody, occasionally perhaps very slightly overdone but effective for all that. Plot holes you could drive a batmobile through - and the new one's a doozy - but hey, it's Hollywood. A bit loud at times - with Dolby THX you can feel the Batmobile rumble past - but that may just be my aging ears. I did like the way the young Bruce Wayne consciously disguises himself: as a foppish rich playboy, with a relatively minor job in a large corporation, who drives a conspicuously loud sportscar and flaunts his two dollybirds around town at expensive restaurants - the sort of girls who get their kit off in the middle of the place, so Master Bruce, so wild and impetuous, joins them in the fountain in his DJ. Former friends hold him in contempt for the shallow, facile travesty he has become. But it's all right - of course, the audience knows he's really a superhero.
Fun movie. Recommended. A new baddie for the Batman canon - well, to me at least - and some rather obvious but endearing foreshadowing of a sequel. It'd be worth it - and for once, the star, Christian Bales, has said he'd like to stay with it. (Unlike Michael Keaton or Val Kilmer or George Clooney...) If this movie doesn't make him a household name, I will be surprised.
So afterwards, we adjourn to a pub, where one of Isi's mates tries to tempt her to come along to this new techno/industrial club he's going to at the Dome at Tufnell Park. I haven't been there in a decade and a half, and the prospect tempts (which is more than it does her) so he and I head on up there. I'm not really dressed for it but I'm all in black (duh) with glowy bits. (Must get more new clothes. The old ones are hanging off me now. This is only fashionable in certain ways.) I did have things to do when I got home, but hey...
Good venue. Relatively small, out of the centre, so they're cooperative. They let me stash my bike in the cloakroom, no hassle. I nip to the Gents' to spike the hair up a bit and then explore. And lo, there isalyxzandrauk, who had left me an indecipherable message earlier that evening. She was trying to tell me that she was coming to this club! It wouldn't have helped, I didn't even know the name. (It's Xtro, by the way.) I also find djpsyche, who's just come off from a set, and spot gothstevek on the dancefloor. Later Steve & I spot rosenkavalier also. It's not at all full - quite quiet, actually, but that's not a bad thing, especially given the heat. I get my photo taken by both Alyx & another photographer; I catch up with some old friends; I make some new ones. I eye up the goth totty, of which there are some very fine examples, and recall one of the reasons I used to come to these places all the time. I dance around like a fool, which is great fun. Don't recognise everything but there are several old faves. Steve and I compare notes - we've both only come here before to Loony Tunes, he about 10y more recently than I. I came here in the early 90s once or twice with my mate John Hall, and even as callow youths of twentymumble we were nearly ten years older than almost everyone else. It's a laugh to be back again, and for some better music, too. Plus I'm getting used to going clubbing powered only by water. (By which I mean, no alcohol.)
And then they play something I should have expected to hear but was dreading the day it eventually happened. I dither for a second, grab Alyx' discarded glowsticks - she's not a goth, honest, she's a rocker, no really - and go for it. And it's all right. My expression probably looks grim but there are no tears and it's actually good. It's enjoyable.
What was it?
And they played Mesh, Trust You, afterwards, which is really cathartic for me anyway.
Not much to tell, after that, but the evening was capped off nicely with a lift all the way to Mitcham from the inordinately generous SteveK.
Good night!
Yesterday, I had my first driving lesson since 2002 and only my second formal one since about 1990. I have a full clean bike license but no car license - never have. Tried the test twice at 20 or so, failed worse after passing my bike test than before, and gave up. But it would be something handy to have.
The instructor laughs at me at one point. I am a tad put out. I've just executed what I thought was a pretty decent parallel-park, neatly next to the kerb, with no retries or anything. He rushes to explain. "You say you have hardly driven a car in, what, fifteen years?" Yes, that's right. "But you did that perfectly! Like an expert! I can't believe you have had no practice, have not driven since the '80s!"
Well, I suppose that's all right then. *Grin* Oh, yeah, leave enough room to pull out without reversing. (Like that's going to be an option in London.) And stop pushing down the clutch while braking (I've always had that bad habit) and don't change down to use engine braking (which is a change from when I was first taught). But I've put in for a test, with any luck at the start of August. Eeeeep.
the_major texted me to wish me luck beforehand and afterwards to ask me how I'd done. It went fine, I tell her. It's good! Hey, she could give me lessons, or help me practice! Er, no, she corrects me gently. She'd have to be 21 or over to take the passenger seat with a learner driver. Oops. *Bigger grin* But I am to feel free to pass & get put on her insurance. :¬)So later on,
sblackery mentioned on a mailing list I'm on that zenmeisterin was getting a few people together to go to see Batman Begins. (Sorry, sparktastic. We could go see something else?) I wasn't able to make it by 6pm but I met up with them in Leicester Square and we duly saw the movie, which was splendid. An excellent return to form for the very tired Batman movie franchise, from Christopher Nolan, director of the splendid Memento (for which a friend of mine, Dave Julyan, composed the music, oddly enough.) Dark, moody, occasionally perhaps very slightly overdone but effective for all that. Plot holes you could drive a batmobile through - and the new one's a doozy - but hey, it's Hollywood. A bit loud at times - with Dolby THX you can feel the Batmobile rumble past - but that may just be my aging ears. I did like the way the young Bruce Wayne consciously disguises himself: as a foppish rich playboy, with a relatively minor job in a large corporation, who drives a conspicuously loud sportscar and flaunts his two dollybirds around town at expensive restaurants - the sort of girls who get their kit off in the middle of the place, so Master Bruce, so wild and impetuous, joins them in the fountain in his DJ. Former friends hold him in contempt for the shallow, facile travesty he has become. But it's all right - of course, the audience knows he's really a superhero.Fun movie. Recommended. A new baddie for the Batman canon - well, to me at least - and some rather obvious but endearing foreshadowing of a sequel. It'd be worth it - and for once, the star, Christian Bales, has said he'd like to stay with it. (Unlike Michael Keaton or Val Kilmer or George Clooney...) If this movie doesn't make him a household name, I will be surprised.
So afterwards, we adjourn to a pub, where one of Isi's mates tries to tempt her to come along to this new techno/industrial club he's going to at the Dome at Tufnell Park. I haven't been there in a decade and a half, and the prospect tempts (which is more than it does her) so he and I head on up there. I'm not really dressed for it but I'm all in black (duh) with glowy bits. (Must get more new clothes. The old ones are hanging off me now. This is only fashionable in certain ways.) I did have things to do when I got home, but hey...
Good venue. Relatively small, out of the centre, so they're cooperative. They let me stash my bike in the cloakroom, no hassle. I nip to the Gents' to spike the hair up a bit and then explore. And lo, there is
alyxzandrauk, who had left me an indecipherable message earlier that evening. She was trying to tell me that she was coming to this club! It wouldn't have helped, I didn't even know the name. (It's Xtro, by the way.) I also find djpsyche, who's just come off from a set, and spot gothstevek on the dancefloor. Later Steve & I spot rosenkavalier also. It's not at all full - quite quiet, actually, but that's not a bad thing, especially given the heat. I get my photo taken by both Alyx & another photographer; I catch up with some old friends; I make some new ones. I eye up the goth totty, of which there are some very fine examples, and recall one of the reasons I used to come to these places all the time. I dance around like a fool, which is great fun. Don't recognise everything but there are several old faves. Steve and I compare notes - we've both only come here before to Loony Tunes, he about 10y more recently than I. I came here in the early 90s once or twice with my mate John Hall, and even as callow youths of twentymumble we were nearly ten years older than almost everyone else. It's a laugh to be back again, and for some better music, too. Plus I'm getting used to going clubbing powered only by water. (By which I mean, no alcohol.)And then they play something I should have expected to hear but was dreading the day it eventually happened. I dither for a second, grab Alyx' discarded glowsticks - she's not a goth, honest, she's a rocker, no really - and go for it. And it's all right. My expression probably looks grim but there are no tears and it's actually good. It's enjoyable.
What was it?
All the weights that keep me downSo. Mopey song lyric of the day? No. Bouncy, actually. Sleep will be tricky. Painful? Yes. I'm so far from the edge of the woods I can't see it yet. But I think I'm getting there.
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing
Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away
I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away
All the weights that keep me down
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing
Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away
I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
That half of me is gone, my dearest treasure torn away
I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away
(Until the End of the World, Apoptygma Berzerk)
And they played Mesh, Trust You, afterwards, which is really cathartic for me anyway.
Not much to tell, after that, but the evening was capped off nicely with a lift all the way to Mitcham from the inordinately generous SteveK.
Good night!
