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Saturday 24th February 2007
Bile, blood and bicycles
Last night I was writing a dull, rambling entry about how Homeserve (I don't know what they do - something to do with drains and gutters (?!)) had set up a Direct Debit on my account without my permission. Must of this entry was lost on account of a little bug in my script that meant it didn't like £ signs. I think we're okay now. So yeah . . . they had set up a Direct Debit, without my permission. Very naughty. This despite repeated assurances that no such thing would ever happen. When I went through to some customer advisor about getting the money refunded he actually tried to do the sales pitch about their drainage insurance coverage or some such. I told him as politely as I could that I had no interest in dealing with a company that saw fit to set up Direct Debits on my account without my permission. So yeah . . . that was fun. Friday night I collected my new bike, not that I'm really in a fit state to use it . . . I guess. There's now a strange fluid quite close underneath the skin around my right knee-cap. I'm not sure when that started. It's kinda fun poking it, as you can see all these ripples and waves of undulating blood/fluid/whatever moving around underneath the skin.
He walks among us, but he is not one of us
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Today M**** did get a train to Manchester (girls' night out), so A****** and I got on with more house decorating. Well, A****** helped in a manner. Finally removed all the old wallpaper from the kitchen (the kitchen is probably the least decorated room of all of them, it having much exposed, bare plaster), then cleaned the walls, removing the last bits of detritus . . . then let it dry. I've applied some paint (as a test), but I guess I really should have sealed the plaster with something. Hmmmmm. Also just finished watching 'A History of Violence' which was . . . interesting. Just been reading the reviews on Amazon, which kind of hit the nail on the head - good old Aragorn was definitely fascinating to watch in this film. After that seemingly dreadful film Viggo did after Lord of the Rings with all those horses (yeah, okay, so I never actually watched it), I was worried that he would forever be famous as nothing more than Aragorn, but perhaps not after all.
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The title for this entry came from a supposed translation of the tattoo on Jack's arm in Lost, the latest episode (where are we now? series 3? episode 9?). The line has a resonance about it, but I'm not sure why. It's probably the same resonance that makes you think, whilst watching, say, 'The English Patient', "He looks familiar. Isn't that Sayid?" or perhaps whilst watching Ugly Betty, "Say, isn't that Penny's dad?" or maybe you'll just be grazing through the channels and stumble upon an old episode of Taggart, "HEY! Stop! Go back! That was, erm . . . thingy, from Lost . . . erm . . . DESMOND! Yes, Desmond! That was Desmond." Still, that hobbit from Lord of the Rings looks nothing like Charlie . . . well, maybe slightly.
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