What a fun-filled week! (Mainly not fun filled.) Let’s discuss. (Mainly I talk, you listen, ie: I type, you’re forced to read. Sorry.)
Last Friday I started feeling pretty shitty, but ignored it and went to bed. I awoke early on Saturday knowing that I’d have to get on a bus to Edinburgh. I didn’t feel as bad, but still not 100%. That’s a really crap feeling because you don’t really deserve sympathy, but you still want it. Anyway, the journey down there was spent reading and listening to music and being bored. I went with the parents (aww…) and they apparently aren’t accustomed to such a lengthy journey (3 hours.) This allowed me to bang on about how short it always feels to me now after my horrendous 13 hour bus trips to London. Yeah! That’ll learn ‘em!
Anyhoo, we got down there and caught a bus to Morven and Matthew’s new flat. Apparently it’s right next to the path where a human head was found in an Ikea bag. The sister did not inform the mother of this until they’d been living there for a good two months. They both still have their heads, so I think it may just have been a one-off. There was some amazing rain that we sat inside and avoided and then went our own ways.
My sister, my mother and I went to a wedding dress type establishment so that the sister could try on some lovely garments. There was a slight fuck-up in that they didn’t have the same dress that was meant to be put aside for her, but this was soon cleared up and Clara arrived to join in.
She tried on quite a few, one in particular made her look like she wouldn’t have been out of place in Enchanted. They were all very very lovely, but that’s my dear sister for you. Lovely lovely. It was decided that another slightly more full-on dress-day was needed and we headed out and to Kilimanjaro for some refreshments. Time passed too quickly and we felt as soon as we’d arrived, we had to go. So we did. We went to the Doric, I was eyeballed by some bints (I’m still not sure why. I have a face that wasn’t hidden by two inches of orange make-up and perhaps this confused them.) and ate, then we grabbed a Fringe guide and made our way home. Possibly the shortest day I’ve experienced this year. On the bus home, I made a list of gigs I want to see at the fringe. Rhys Darby, DO’D, Trevor Lock and Mark Watson’s last ever 24hr show are the shows I’m most concerned about.
By the bus journey, I’d reverted back to feeling like balls and so went straight to bed when I got home. This meant that I was up in time for work on Sunday, but still got given a sympathy-lift as I was coughing up a lung. A day of hard-grafting happened and I was glad to get home.
Monday came and it was possibly the worst day of work I’ve experienced. I was doing the 11.30am-8pm shift and as soon as I got there, I felt stressed. By about 3pm, it had all calmed down and we did fuckloads of cleaning. Really rough cleaning too. Coughing up dust for days afterwards type cleaning. This, coupled with my feeling aidsy, was not brilliant, but I still managed to clean the entire fiction, sci-fi, true crime, crime, classics, horror and erotica sections. Yet no matter how much I clean, erotica will always be filthy… I went home and clambered into bed only to wake up at 6am on Tuesday. I proceeded to watch some Partridge, then headed back to repeat the shift I’d done the previous day. Yet more cleaning.
By 7.20pm, Candace and I were shattered. I told her I’d “hit the wall” and she confided that she believed we’d never leave. When 8pm did roll around, we got asked to do some last minute things and I feared she was right. But I was out by 8.20 and stumbled to the bus stop. I got on a 1 and phoned my mother to ask if she could pick me up from Danestone. I’m not ashamed (well, perhaps a little) to say, in the car, I cried. Again, I went home and passed out.
Then yesterday came. Again, I woke up early, but had a work-free day and stayed in bed, awake, ’til 11am when I remembered that I’d to go meet Keri at 12pm at the cinema. I managed to get there by 12.10, we bought tickets to the Hangover, had lunch and then saw the film. I don’t think I did much else the rest of the day other than read.
Today was similar. It mainly consisted of reading and watching things on iPlayer. Rory picked me up at 7pm-ish and we collected Daryl and John and headed to the Tunnels. Again, my main criticism of the comedy night there is that the guys who end up performing obviously make each other laugh, but probably in their bedrooms… whilst quoting the Simpsons and doing Family Guy impressions. I don’t wanna knock it, ‘cos it’s nice to see people trying to build up some kind of comedy scene here, but… sometimes less is more. The guys who run it should perhaps not feel obliged to let certain people perform just because they know each other and should maybe work on getting guys who are genuinely funny in that environment. It just seems like a testing ground and a whole night of testing doesn’t necessarily make for an enjoyable evening. John was very good though. Think it was a nice comedy booster. I didn’t especially want to bail after he’d been on and not wait ’til the end because I think that’s a bit shitty, but Rory needed to get home so he can get up at ridiculous o’clock tomorrow and he was giving me a lift back, so… y’know. I think I might stick to Snafu for the comedy Aberdeen-wise, but I’d like to see if that night turns into something beautiful.
I’ve somehow managed to write 1029 words in this entry and I don’t know why. It’s not particularly interesting or well-written today, but I suppose I have missed this blog a little bit. Kinda in a typey-typey-typey mood. May see if that transfers to pen and paper writey-writey-writey mood now. I doubt it. I’m very motivated recently, but have no ideas at the moment. Last Thursday I stayed up ’til 4am writing ramblings about how frustrated I am by this and how I hope I’m not in a rut, but it seemed a bit angsty and horrible. Maybe I should burn it and in doing so, nice things will happen. Or maybe I’ll go watch Cloverfield…
