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lprovenGnah. Am ailing. My recurrent chest infection has popped up again, for the first time in a year or so, and I am feeling a bit below par.
Which is a shame, as life is rather full right now.
The last couple of weeks have seen a visit to the Moot With No Name (for the first time in years) for a talk by Robert Rankin, which was, as usual, highly entertaining. Wish I hadn't missed his & his missus' party now. The evening was capped off nicely by getting the phone number of a really very nice young lady doctor.
The following weekend, I sampled the new Intrepid Fox with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alyxandrauk and my mate Howie WINOLJ. He made his usual wonderful impression. The evening ended in the St Moritz club for Decadence. It was almost as if it was 1992 again!
This weekend just gone has been busier still. On Friday night, I was out for dinner and a few - OK, really rather a lot - of drinks with the utterly beguilingandroctonus, who is said young doctor, A.K.A. Dr Kat. Home at 4:15. Up again at 9:15 to shower & get ready to be collected by nolley (and reverendjim and pingopark) to head off to Abingdon for the STC's annual Pratchett Play: Feet of Clay, as adapted by Stephen Briggs. It was splendid - about the fourth Pratchett play I've seen staged and far and away the funniest. The STC's Nobby Nobbs is definitive.
This was both preceded and followed by meals at the Broad Face, a splendid nearby gastropub. My lunch order they managed to forget, so I had to cram it frantically down in great haste as everyone else went off to get decent seats for the play. I washed it down with a Batemans' XXXB, for, you understand, purely medicinal reasons. For dinner, we had to wait an hour or two for the rush to subside before ordering, and it is perhaps due to their haste that I received penne picante instead of penne sorrento - meaning that the little rubbery lumps weren't buffalo mozarrella and sweet pepper, they were chicken and chorizo.
This made me feel rather unwell. First time I've knowingly eaten animal flesh in nearly a decade. Ick. And because it was so dark, and I really don't remember what meat tastes like now, I put away a fair proportion of it - we waited ages, I was hungry! - before my suspicions overwhelmed me.
Well, now I know what chicken tastes like. (Again.) It's more or less identical to Quorn.
The pub quickly replaced it with a vegetarian equivalent, freshly made, didn't charge me for it and gave me a free scoop of ice cream with my sticky toffee pudding, but frankly, excellent though I am sure it was, the savour and pleasure had entirely gone out of it for me.
Sunday was the usual pub drinkie followed by a 5min memory upgrade for Nolly's computer. Yeah, right. It won't boot Windows 2000 with DDR RAM installed, only when it's SDRAM - but otherwise it works fine and Windows 98 works. Inasmuch as it ever did, which is to say, not a lot.
So I have an evening at the Collyery looming ASAP, backing up, wiping & reinstalling the machine with XP. Joy. I might have to nip over to chezcoth to retrieve my working reassembled XP CD image from her PC.
Looming this week is Skeptics in the Pub on Thursday, the same day as the Ton, for which I hope Kat will be joining me. I think I want some drugs, please...
Which is a shame, as life is rather full right now.
The last couple of weeks have seen a visit to the Moot With No Name (for the first time in years) for a talk by Robert Rankin, which was, as usual, highly entertaining. Wish I hadn't missed his & his missus' party now. The evening was capped off nicely by getting the phone number of a really very nice young lady doctor.
The following weekend, I sampled the new Intrepid Fox with
alyxandrauk and my mate Howie WINOLJ. He made his usual wonderful impression. The evening ended in the St Moritz club for Decadence. It was almost as if it was 1992 again! This weekend just gone has been busier still. On Friday night, I was out for dinner and a few - OK, really rather a lot - of drinks with the utterly beguiling
androctonus, who is said young doctor, A.K.A. Dr Kat. Home at 4:15. Up again at 9:15 to shower & get ready to be collected by nolley (and reverendjim and pingopark) to head off to Abingdon for the STC's annual Pratchett Play: Feet of Clay, as adapted by Stephen Briggs. It was splendid - about the fourth Pratchett play I've seen staged and far and away the funniest. The STC's Nobby Nobbs is definitive.This was both preceded and followed by meals at the Broad Face, a splendid nearby gastropub. My lunch order they managed to forget, so I had to cram it frantically down in great haste as everyone else went off to get decent seats for the play. I washed it down with a Batemans' XXXB, for, you understand, purely medicinal reasons. For dinner, we had to wait an hour or two for the rush to subside before ordering, and it is perhaps due to their haste that I received penne picante instead of penne sorrento - meaning that the little rubbery lumps weren't buffalo mozarrella and sweet pepper, they were chicken and chorizo.
This made me feel rather unwell. First time I've knowingly eaten animal flesh in nearly a decade. Ick. And because it was so dark, and I really don't remember what meat tastes like now, I put away a fair proportion of it - we waited ages, I was hungry! - before my suspicions overwhelmed me.
Well, now I know what chicken tastes like. (Again.) It's more or less identical to Quorn.
The pub quickly replaced it with a vegetarian equivalent, freshly made, didn't charge me for it and gave me a free scoop of ice cream with my sticky toffee pudding, but frankly, excellent though I am sure it was, the savour and pleasure had entirely gone out of it for me.
Sunday was the usual pub drinkie followed by a 5min memory upgrade for Nolly's computer. Yeah, right. It won't boot Windows 2000 with DDR RAM installed, only when it's SDRAM - but otherwise it works fine and Windows 98 works. Inasmuch as it ever did, which is to say, not a lot.
So I have an evening at the Collyery looming ASAP, backing up, wiping & reinstalling the machine with XP. Joy. I might have to nip over to chez
coth to retrieve my working reassembled XP CD image from her PC. Looming this week is Skeptics in the Pub on Thursday, the same day as the Ton, for which I hope Kat will be joining me. I think I want some drugs, please...
