All in all, a great night

[thessalian]

Janet
~ Jane ~
(Hebrew)

~ meaning ~
God is gracious

~ motivation ~
Has a sense of purpose

~ character ~
Shows solidarity in adversity

~ feelings ~
Your heart is on your sleeve

~ intelligence ~
Uses knowledge well

~ spiritual ~
Has a strong feeling of self awareness

~ nature ~
A sunny disposition

~ inherent ~
A vivacious person

From here

It was a good day. Fine, I didn't get as high on my typing test as I'd have liked (86 wpm at 100% accuracy, but the keyboard was positioned funny) but the people at the recruitment agency were really impressed. I'm hoping they have better luck with finding me a job fast than the other places I've been trying.

Then met up with dodgyhoodoo at the Marlborough Head, one of those Eerie pubs. Drinks, snack, then off for a wander. We stopped off in Hamleys on the way into the Leicester Square area, mocked various of the toys, tried on silly hats (ninja_arzt and bluenotebea will remember that particular diversion quite well) ... and then there was the odd-looking glove puppet. It looked like either someone's really warped idea of a werewolf or a bear on lots and lots of crack. It was marketed as "Chibaba", which apparently is the Nyanja word meaning "it hurts". (Google is my friend.) On a shelf next to it were these plush horses in the world's most appalling shade of pink. So I put on the glove puppet and...

Me: (silly voice; waggling the puppet) I am the Great Chibaba! Destroyer of all that is pink and annoying! (grabs pink horse with puppet hand, making it look for all the world like the Great Chibaba was tearing out the horse's soft, overpink underbelly with its teeth) Rrrr! Rawr! Rrr!

Then I realised that it wasn't only dodgyhoodoo that was watching this (and laughing at me); there was a Molly-aged girl looking on in some bemusement. Looks like I don't need a teaching certificate to warp and corrupt young minds. Yay.

From there we had dinner at 50s style diner (good hamburgers, great milkshakes) before pottering off to the sports bar we went to on his birthday to play more pool. This time I did win two games out of three, but only by default on the last one. Second game I potted the eight-ball far, far too early (whoops) but, though I still insist that dodgyhoodoo is a lying liar who tells lies about his lack of pool ability, I will admit I gave him a run for his money in that last game. Five balls in three shots is not to be sneezed at.

So now I'm at home and it's too late to be thinking about binning shit right now. I can do that in the morning. Unless I get sudden burst of energy sometime around midnight, which happens from time to time...