31/08/09
Conjunctivitis is rubbish. Completely rubbish. I suppose my real bitterness towards this silly infection is that it is preventing me from seeing my friends and partying before I depart for Moose country on Thursday. It is very satisfying to pick the gunge and crusty bits out of my eyes. But I think I would rather be on my way up the North Downs for an inebriated camping session this fine Summer evening. Instead I am holed up in my room with eyes that wouldn't look out of place on the walking dead with that level of boredom that I can't even be bothered to alleviate. The main activity is to insist on trying all the variety of Pop Cap 'casual' computer games even though I know that none will live up to the triump that is Peggle.
It's a shame that this bank holiday weekend started so fantastically with Friday's lounge garden party but then went so rapidly downhill about two hours into what would turn out to be my last shift at work on Saturday night. After an angry newlywed couple came very close to staying in a single room on their wedding day due to the incompetence of someone who couldn't take a booking properly, failing to assign them a room and letting the hotel fill up. Hull (on his first shift) and I were left to try to find them a room somewhere in Maidstone (obviously everywhere was full on a Saturday) whilst the rest of the staff were three sheets to the wind in Beluga Bar in aid of a colleague's leaving. Then a couple of hours and a painkiller overdose later the whole of the staff are in the hotel lobby crying their eyes out whilst ambulances are called and a drunk man from Cameroon speaks to me fervently on the philosophy of depression. Not a great first impression for Hull. Not a great ending to the job for me, as I couldn't make it to the last shift due to the pink eye.
On the plus side. Flights to The Fest in Gainesville this Halloween are now booked. I don't think it's sunk in that I'm actually going yet, but then again I don't think it's sunk in that I'm emmigrating to Canada on Thursday. Here's to hoping Sam, Luke, Hull and Jordan all sort it out as well.
So I will continue to sneeze eye drop liquid out of my nose praying that I am in a fit state to paint Toronto red on Thursday.
Monday, 31 August 2009
confessions of a night porter.
13/08/09
So. Between stints of UEFA cup classics and public health programmes on BBC3 disguised as interesting, mainstream documentaries I thought it was about time to make use of this nocturnal nothingness that is my employment as a night porter to write the first entry in this blog. The whole point of it really is to keep those that are interested up-to-date on my exploits in Canada as I've had a couple of people ask that I do something like this and it'd be pretty sweet to have the memoirs. But, it'll almost definitely end up being a medium to vent my musical opinions as well, keeping myself busy an' that. The title is from a Latterman song that I believe sums my intoxicated behaviour aptly. And Latterman are awesome.
Right now, I can't think of much else to say. It's coming up to 3 am, which means half way. All my jobs are done and I've seen all the 'I'm a teenager with a social problem that is very current in the UK ' documentaries that the BBC can throw at me so what to do to whittle away the hours is a tricky agenda. At least the lion's share of the boredom is over. This place is so deathly quiet that when a truck comes past really loudly it makes my heart skip a beat. The walls are so creaky as well. Old buildings creep me out.
I did watch the swedish vampire film 'Let the Right One In' today and was thoroughly impressed. It is pretty much devoid of horror and instead focuses on the relationship between two twelve year old kids, one being a vampire and the other an outcast at school and how they both find sanctuary in one another. It works really well and the conclusion is subtley tragic, disguised as a 'fairy tale' ending but veiling the reality of what has happened over the course of the film. Think it's the first Swedish film I've seen. Definitely worth a go, especially before Hollywood butchers it with the already planned re-make for 2010.
Right, back to the Ashes' highlights.
So. Between stints of UEFA cup classics and public health programmes on BBC3 disguised as interesting, mainstream documentaries I thought it was about time to make use of this nocturnal nothingness that is my employment as a night porter to write the first entry in this blog. The whole point of it really is to keep those that are interested up-to-date on my exploits in Canada as I've had a couple of people ask that I do something like this and it'd be pretty sweet to have the memoirs. But, it'll almost definitely end up being a medium to vent my musical opinions as well, keeping myself busy an' that. The title is from a Latterman song that I believe sums my intoxicated behaviour aptly. And Latterman are awesome.
Right now, I can't think of much else to say. It's coming up to 3 am, which means half way. All my jobs are done and I've seen all the 'I'm a teenager with a social problem that is very current in the UK ' documentaries that the BBC can throw at me so what to do to whittle away the hours is a tricky agenda. At least the lion's share of the boredom is over. This place is so deathly quiet that when a truck comes past really loudly it makes my heart skip a beat. The walls are so creaky as well. Old buildings creep me out.
I did watch the swedish vampire film 'Let the Right One In' today and was thoroughly impressed. It is pretty much devoid of horror and instead focuses on the relationship between two twelve year old kids, one being a vampire and the other an outcast at school and how they both find sanctuary in one another. It works really well and the conclusion is subtley tragic, disguised as a 'fairy tale' ending but veiling the reality of what has happened over the course of the film. Think it's the first Swedish film I've seen. Definitely worth a go, especially before Hollywood butchers it with the already planned re-make for 2010.
Right, back to the Ashes' highlights.
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