|'Who did you think you were kidding Mr Hitler?'
||[Aug. 29th, 2004|12:56 pm]
|||||Breeders - 'Cannonball'||]|
Although my journal mood says, 'drunk', I am indeed not drunk, but merely typsy! I have just come back from a 40s theme dance! But I will start briefly from Thursday evening...I went with my friend Terry to the theatre to work on his article. The Western mUsical it turned out to br was called, I even picked up some of the lingo ..i Also just woke up
Sorry, it's now Sunday morning, I fell asleep on my desk and later sauntered into bed! But where was I? I went to the theatre with Terry to keep him company as he was writing a review for the Frome Times. It was a Western Musical called 'Annie Get Your Gun' and surprisingly was really good! I even picked up on some of the lingo..."He sure likes me a heap!" Terry is friends with the dude who arranged the props. They'd asked him to find a dead bird that could be thrown on stage as the gun fired, but all he could find was...A RUBBER CHICKEN! :D There were loads of them, and they squeeked when the cast picked them up! Priceless comedy ;D Anyway, the Frome Times loved Terry's review which is fabulouso.
On Friday, it was raining like crazy and my trousers got all wet so I temporarily borrowed a pair of Simon's and ended up looking like MC Hammer. We also watched a feature length kick ass episode of Scooby Doo and ate some great mash potato with cheese from Mark and Spencer (recommended) whilst watching our favourite trash that we lovingly refer to as MTV.
Saturday!!! Yesterday! Right :D Firstly, I went to work (for only four hours!) and we tortured a Boobah...I made it cross eyed and told Alex it had a fly on its nose...I then suggested to Toria that we shaved it. Katie was of course very upset when my boss Dennis drop-kicked the cute little pink thing. She insisted it sat on the picking ticket dispensor as it was apparently "good luck". I returned home to prance around the house in a hideous red skirt that Andy and I purchased from a charity shop! He'd invited me to a 40s themed dance several weeks ago (that was before our trip to Weston-super-Mere*) and today was the day! I didn't have time to sew red buttons to my white vest as I'd planned so I threw something together, AND wore the Woman's Voluntary Service Badge that Andy had given me He wore a genuine motorcycle dispatch rider's uniform and a gass mask bag and various other accessories(He's very into War and military stuff!:D). We arrived at a little memorial/village hall in Cranmore to find an old man rocking his bass guitar! He sounded just like the dude in 'Dad's Army' when he sang the song they'd used as a theme! I really wanted to do a Jack Black (it was his birthday yesterday in fact! Good old imdb.com) and teach them to play rock music! Though I can't play it too well myself so I abandoned that plan :P During the evening, Andy and I finally found the courage to (attempt to) dance (i.e. stumble around the hall badly), he found the courage to give a really really pretty girl his phone number, we had a few small drinks, we took a huge crisps order to the pub across the road clad in our 1940s gear, and Andy and I went for a walk and tried to break into some old trains but with no such luck. Apparently unlike myself, the people who own these trains remember to LOCK them (on our way to Cranmore, I realised I'd left the front door open so we had to turn back). Andy dropped his gas mask bag though and had to scramble under the train to find it! It felt like an episode of 'Casualty', it was quite scary!
Great night. And the Hokey Cokey was sensational! I might be going to Whetherspoons tonight (I still remember the first time very well Ian!!! "Ian, there's a man in my bed!!!" There wasn't, I assure you! It was the duvet in disguise...)
*Weston-super-Mere! We bought some random ties and fair trade chocolate bars from Oxfam after I finally admitted we'd missed our bus, went to Weston, went rock rambling and wading, ate some kick-ass donuts (ahhhh, I usually hate them, but They were GOOD!) and I still have the scar from attempting to climb/jump over a wall far bigger than myself!
And now for some pictures! I saw some friends I hadn't seen in a while when we met at the park a few weeks ago. We trundled up to the Griffin for a coke each and a game of Pool, during which I potted TWO BALLS :D I'm bad okay, that's my personal record!!! I potted the black ball and finished the game! My team was called The Three Petes (good pun!): Pete Oliver, Sam Peat and...me...hmm...I was a Pete for the evening! "Pete Two, Pete Two, he's our man, if he can't do it no-one can!"
Pete, Andy, Dawn, Emilie
Andy looking smooth