h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We walked in to town. Susan wasn't keen. The forecast was rain, and it was raining when we set out, and it got heavier and heavier. The clouds were black. No, scratch that, the clouds were BLACK. It was impressively heavy rain. So, we walked in to town.

We got some shopping from the Berryden Sainsbury's. We went to Books and Beans. We had lunch, and I bought a hardback copy of Shadows Over Baker Street - Sherlock Holmes short stories set around the Cthulhu Mythos. At 1-UP, I bought the new Horrors album, cos' I heard in in the Belmont Cinema last night and thought it sounded pretty good. We caught the bus home.

Curried lamb meatballs for tea.

Yesterday was good. I dod some G&H revision work, then went in to town. Susan had visited her mother in the morning then went to her shop. We met up on Union Terrace. We went to Cafe 52 and had a bottlie ver' nice Chilean wine and some ropey chips, then we wandred round for a while before having kebabs for tea - it's a once a year thing - then we went to the Belmont, and I renewed out membership for another year. By that point it was 9-ish, so we caught a bus home.

Next Tuesday I am seeing the guy who's teaching workload - some of it, anyway - I will be taking over. He has been in touch and has offered to talk over the course with me, and he may have some materials for me.

On the way in to town we dropped in by the Comet/PC World for a look-see. I went around turning down the volume on all of the TVs and stereos &c that were blaring out. I often do this - either turn the volume down, or re-tune to BBC Radio 3. I regard it as a form of public service, for which I neither seek nor expect any reward. It is a labour that brings its own warm glow of satisfaction. I think the security guy had an eye on me, though.

Yesterday was Gay Pride in Aberdeen. In principle gay pride is no different to blue eyes pride. 'Pride' only really works in the context of personal qualities or attributes as a reaction to an enviroment where something is seen to be abnormal or shameful, so roll on the day when gay pride becomes redundant (which will be a long time yet, I fear - although, it strikes me that as gay pride becomes redundant, crixx pride may well start to take its place, or how about Eton pride or middle-class pride?) Anyhow, our yesterday's perigrinations took us by some gay bars, and we saw a coupla fairly spectacular drag queens and I found - in the middle of The Green (Aiberdeen's Merchant Quarter, no less) a nice wee rainbow-logo'd cloth bag, which I quite fancied, absolutely stappit full of mint and raspberry &c &c flavoured condoms, which Susan and I didn't have the first idea what we could do with, so we left the bag where it was, with it's handles looped aroung a big red horn - a plastic voo-voo-zuela (or however it is spelt). Maybe there was a symbol intended.

Bairnies on the bus - two snickering farty noise-making hoodies. When they got off the bus, I heard somebody sitting at the back point one of them out to his pals - "see you wee boy there. He gets really really stoned, and he's only 12..." - he was being pointed out as some kind of prodigy, I think, and there was admiration in the voice.

Graham Seed is coming to Aiberdeen, in a play, with Nigel Havers. Susan and I will DEFFO be going http://www.boxofficeaberdeen.com/prod-productions_details.asp?pid=3467&venueid=87


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