Being Human...

'Being Human' on BBC3 is just fantastic... Vampire, Werewolf and a Ghost, brilliant.

Never again...

Felt the first kiss from Spring this afternoon and it tasted delicious, drinking coffee over looking the Dee Estuary (wildlifeys, take note, it is a must do for you lot). Parkgate, Wirral... used to be the last port before Chester, then the estuary silted up and now it's not (a port, that is). There is a fantastic chip shop there btw. Yep, it was all very lovely.

So, went to my friends birthday do last night, in a terraced cottage with a log fire, next door to a mentally unbalanced man who thinks he's a ww2 fighter pilot-I've heard him through the walls during the wee hours, oh yes, and the amount of times I've laid there, wide awake, willing him to crash his fucking plane...

Haven't seen her in a while; she soon brings me up to speed on the rich Greek property developer that brings her wood, no, this isn't a euphemism for a new lover, he is, genuinely fetching fuel for her fire, oh, here we go, 'Ooh Matron' and all that.

To continue, there's a rich man clearly 'taken' with my friend; he introduced himself (to her) thus: "You are Landscaper, I may need perhaps sometime, I bring you wood.... so, err, here is my card, if you need anything, if you ever *frustrated* (uses name), you call me". She couldn't believe her ears, if that isn't direct, I don't know what is!

Anyway, my hangover is large.

Kind of, having difficulty getting this Rene and Renata song of my head somehow, poor quality notwithstanding......but, to paraphrase: "the reddest rose I always bring you, the hardest wood I long to give you"...

This is very good loud...

Bono still sounds like dog food...

Been good, and, stayed off the booze, unfortunately the second 'turn' from U2 on Jonathan Ross has pushed me over the edge (Ha! not literally over the edge, as in goatee wearing guitarist) and into the kitchen where I uncorked a bottle of red. Bono went into the audience so the audience could touch him if they so choosed, then, he picked on a random row of seats occupied by unsuspecting ladies and laid across their knees, err, singing. I shit you not. I'm a bit fed up with calling people twats, so I won't.

Knuckle cracking at this point...bless...

Laughing at myself...

I do that a lot, laugh at myself, innit... The following kinda sums up my eventful activities with the Gods of the College Car Park...

Jed, (un)Clampit...

Right. I'm going to do the gracious thing and apologise to the security guard for swearing at him last night.

No. He did ask for it. It's late, it's cold, I've been in college for 9 hours, there's a big yellow metal clamp on my wheel, it's starting to snow, I don't have my coat, he has the key for the clamp... was he being deliberately obtuse? abusing his position of power, refusing to unlock it. Twat. Furthermore, he wouldn't listen to a word I said about anything, oh y'know, the shit just escalated from there on in really.

Oh, and, apparently first yr students are now eligible to apply for a parking permit for the car park, well, thanks for telling me that now.

2008 prospectus offers in B&W, parking facilities at the campus. Sept 2008 I'm informed I'm not eligible to not only use the car park, but can't even apply for a permit because I am in the first year. Genius! Who else, if not prospective first years, is the prospectus aimed at? That'll be described as false advertising, I'll wager.