I have been counting how many Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles (I'm sorry, Ninja Turtles) there are on the buses. On the sides, the adverts, not actually ON the buses. So far I have seen many Michaelangelos and a couple of Leonardos, but no Donatellos or Rafaels. Terrible. Feels weird to think Turtles have come around again... *sigh*
This week we've had a few meals round people's houses, which has been nice, and played quite a lot of WoW. Saturday we tried to have lunch with Rob's parents but they went to a garden centre far away from where we were waiting (Countesthorpe, not Ullesthorpe). We did manage to have lunch, must have been about an hour later than planned, but still.
Yesterday the clocks changed (one hour forward), so I was really tired this morning. Why do the clocks have to change? I wish we could just stay on GMT and not bother with BST. Boo.
We went to see our friend Will's band this evening, Theories (or possibly The Theories). They were pretty good. I'm not very good at gigs in small places, they tend to be loud and I'm not very good at loud. I can't really hear much, though I suppose that's the same for everyone. I don't think that it's because I'm getting old, I think I've always been like that. But they were good. Didn't stay for the other people, left after seeing Will. :)
Watching bands makes me wish I had some people to play with, I only get to play in church. I did play Sunday morning, it was fun... I don't think I'm that good, and (let's face it) pretty much everyone else in the world can play a bass guitar after about five minutes, but it's like I can feel the rhythm and the bass line inside me and it comes out when I have a guitar in my hands. (That sounds weird.)
Guess that's about it for now!
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