sheldrake

Had lunch with my parents today. Bought my dad the collected writings of Peter Cook, Tragically I was an only twin for his birthday, to go with the Spike Milligan collection I bought him for Christmas. Think he was pleased. My mum got him one of those long arm grabby things for picking things up off the floor; I think he was more pleased with that.

Was mildly devastated to realise the lunch co-incided with Sean Bean being on the radio, but luckily managed to sneak away at a reasonably convenient moment, and listen to it. Enjoyed what I could hear, under Jonathan Ross's constant yammering. I like Jonathan, but sometimes he should really just shut up. Sean talked about Macbeth, and Sheffield United, and his stuff that didn't get into TTT, and... Troy! How did I miss that he's going to be in Troy? Did I not know that? Did I forget? Did I have to cancel out that bit of information, because it was just too much for me to deal with?

My mother: Sean Bean? Wasn't he Lady Chatterly?
My father: That was the alternative version, was it...?

She then volunteered the surprising (if you know my mother) piece of information that she really enjoyed watching Smallville. Hmmm... There is definitely some kind of conspiracy going on here.

Mother: Yes, it's very good, and it's a bit like the Montagues and the Capulets, because of his father still being evil...
Me: Oh, so it's kind of like Romeo and Juliet then?
Mother: Mmm, sort of.

Forced myself to go out in the snow today and bumble around Marks and Spencers like an idiot. I could so easily become a recluse, given the chance.

Have resurrected my blog as what I can only describe as a place for typing practice. I've decided to pick random words out of the dictionary and just sort of... see what happens. Who would have thought that the word 'negotiable' would lead to a load of sub-Lady Chatterly gamekeeper-bilge? (Yes, that is a recognized term). I blame Sean.

Incurred a nasty finger injury yesterday, which means that, what with the plaster I've strapped onto it, I'm constantly pointing at people without meaning to. Also, is difficult to type. And I think I'm getting a cold, although that has nothing to do with anything.

Can someone please tell me why I had a dream last night in which Clark and Lex performed an elaborate and slightly camp song and dance number for my viewing pleasure?
*wails*
I don't even watch Smallville! It's not even on here at the moment!

Fandom is slowly doing my head in.