Friday, 6 February 2009

The weekend update, in brief:

I went to catch a film and for dinner with the much-too-young-Iranian guy last night and we have a lovely time and a real giggle, but you know...we were discussing our musical tastes last night and I just...I just don't know. This is going to sound dreadful but he has the musical taste of a 12 year old. Nickelback? Bon Jovi? Without being ironic? I marched him out to the car and plugged my iPod in. He wasn't even sure he'd heard of the Cure - not, I hasten to add, that that was the first band I threw at him. A complete list of bands he's not sure he's heard of includes Soundgarden, Nirvana, Bloc Party, Editors...oh god, the list. I hadn't even got to any of the stuff I actually listen to. He did however tell me some of the most recent things he'd bought...they included The Script and Katy Perry. I almost - not quite, but almost - choked. Gah! It's official. He's too young.

Next!
Tonight I have a date with a very attractive Italian guy, who we shall call...for it is his initial...V. He is most attractive. He is the one who cheered when I said I'd go out for a drink with him.

Tonight I shall also be premiering...drumroll please! For your VIEWING PLEASURE:

I shall be road-testing my Real Time Trauma Ticker, via Twitter, wherein I shall endeavour to update in real time how things are going. You can check back or sign up for maximum amusement potential. I direct you to the top right hand side of the page for the link.

Tomorrow I was supposedly going to the seaside with the nice photographer type that I went to the science museum with but I've sent him an email saying look...perhaps we'll do this another time okay? If he's ill (and this sounds dreadfully selfish) I just can't go out with him, because I'll be floored and I'm scraping by on short contract work right now and can't afford to be off work. Plus, since my immunosuppression comes from a lymphatic disorder, it really fucking works me over when I get sick. Just..it'll keep won't it.

Right and on THAT note I need to go and have a bath and make myself presentable.

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