You hear that, Mr Andersen?

New flatmate, Carnival, Glitter

I now have a new flatmate named Tom - he seems nice enough. The other room isn't let yet, but has been promised to a French chemistry student who's arriving in April. She's only staying for four months, but that means I don't have to think about getting a second flatmate for about five months, which I'm pretty happy about - and if I can't get a roleplayer, someone exotic and well-educated seems like a good compromise.

Not that roleplayers can't also be those two things, of course. :)

I've rung the insurers and told them about my change in flatmate situation, and now all that remains is for me to send off the bond to the tenancy people. I hope I'm a good and competent landlord.

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The Kong wrap Carnival was pretty cool - free alcohol was a given for a wrap party, but free icecream, free candy-floss, free carnival rides (like a bronco ride, ferris wheel and an inflatable human foozeball table), and free food stalls was a nice bonus. It's weird how much of a difference it makes to be given a chicken satay stick, burger or pork noodles and then not have to pay for it. Goldenhorse played near the beginning, which was kind of a pity, since people weren't going to be in the mood for a boogie that early. Then Fat Freddy's Drop played, which was a nice and mellow background for wandering around ground-level 1930s New York; and then Neil Finn came out and played a set, which was pretty darn good - as well as Crowded House and Split Endz numbers, some random stuff like "Twist and Shout". (I ended up near the front with a group of friends - my calves still ache a bit from the pogo-ing.)

A couple of engagement parties and a BBQ later, and I was glad to try out my bath - which is very good, by the way, nice and deep. Foolishly, I also used some of the bubble bath from Lush that I was given for my birthday, which I didn't realise had glitter in it until much later. Since then, I've gardened a whole lot, scrubbed the shower stall, had several showers, and slept twice.

I still have glitter on me. That stuff is insidious.

Also, pretty difficult to explain plausibly. :)

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Did you know that Wellington had it's own "Springheel Jack"? Apparently he was quite tall, dressed in a phospherescent-painted sheet, and would knock on doors late at night. When the poor householder answered their door, he would omniously intone, "Are you ready to meet your doom?", and leap off into the night. No-one was ever hurt by the apparition, but the police were told off for not doing anything effective; after a while, he simply stopped appearing.

The past is almost as peculiar a place as the future.

Posted by svend at March 21, 2005 3:16 PM