OK OK, I will blog, otherwise you might start thinking that I never actually made it home at all. I did, and have entered full-on lazy mode, which means my days are filled with sleep, Peggle Nights and Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace. It was Owen who introduced me to Darkplace over the term and I now have the DVD to savour, although with only a paltry six episodes ever made. The theme tune is also semi-permanently stuck in my head (on an alternating basis with Alphabeat) – go on, try it!
On Sunday I was ‘at’ (in a rather virtual sense) the premiere of The Age of Stupid, a film about climate change which forces you into a paranoid mode for the following few days, as every light bulb you switch on becomes a source of anxiety and guilt. But it’s a bit like Catholic guilt, which doesn’t really alter your behaviour, but just lurks menacingly until the genuine benefits of a short attention span become evident and you convince yourself that you do really need to be using a laptop and a desktop PC side-by-side. (I did.) But no, I do recommend people go see the film. And given that my blog already has a reputation for being the ongoing chronicle of Ken Livingstone’s extremely slow re-election campaign, I won’t shrink from mentioning that he put in an appearance at the actual premiere which was being beamed to us lot at The O2 Centre in Finchley Road. The makers of the film apologised on behalf of London for the election result, raising actual cheers at our cinema, clearly demonstrating that he would have won if only you could have picked the right voters.
I was also unlazy enough to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with Joshua and Niamh last night at The Corrib, although you could argue that ‘drinking’ is still a pretty long away from ‘revising’ in terms of productive activity. But you wouldn’t, because it was lovely, and I would include a sweet coupley photo to demonstrate this – all nicely Irishly themed, too – if I hadn’t been forbidden from doing so on the grounds that it wasn’t flattering enough. Pfft. Instead you’ll have to be content with the (entirely mental) image of a fox darting in front of me as I walked home that night before disappearing back into the shadows. I wonder whereabouts they sleep?