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Contrived triangles

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I am happy with the whole ‘skip-forward-four-years’ thing. It makes sense. But one of the downsides to this structure is that we are meant to buy Lucas’s love for man-faced Lindsey even though they have no chemistry on-screen. By not seeing the genesis of this relationship, it is hard to believe. I know that he is meant to be harbouring some deep feelings for P Sawyer but his repeated assurances to everyone that he loves Lindsey seem to be completely transparent. For this storyline to have any tension, surely we are meant to believe that he really believes himself that he wants Lindsey and not Peyton. CMM does not really help matters here – he emotes as well as your average petrol can. God, he has been doing this for long enough now that he really shouldn’t have to fall back on his patented Pained Look number 3 whenever the camera is pointed his way.

Depsite of this (and myself), I still love this show. So naff it’s good, is probably the best way to describe it. I am starting at the beginning soon so watch out for more ranting. It doesn’t quite evoke Dawson-level ranting but it can get close. And the FF button gets used a LOT.

Anyway, I am still hoping Lucas comes to his senses just as Jake rolls back into town and whisks Peyton away but since Bryan Greenberg is unlikely to return to the show, I think I better keep dreaming.

P.S. Please note we are still watching Season 5 of One Tree Hill here in the UK!

Disproportionate reponses

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Yesterday I was in full-on strop mode.  I left work early (thanks to my lovely boss aka Dad) in order to pick up my new glasses.  I was really looking forward to putting something new on my face on a daily basis and when I went in to collect them, I was still really pleased with my choice.

As the lady at Vision Express was checking the fit on my peanut of a head, she realised they needed some adjustment.  Off she toddled to do whatever it is they do and then after a short while returned looking sheepish.  Apparently, my £300 glasses had snapped in her hand.  Of course, she was going to replace them.  Of course, she was sorry.  But I didn’t have my new glasses so I was officially pissed off.  She told me she would call to let me know how long it would be (she didn’t).  When I called to find out today, they didn’t know and said they would call back (they didn’t).  When I called AGAIN, they told me that the manager was on the phone ‘as we speak’ (code for ‘oh crap, we forgot to phone around’) and she would call me back (she did!).  When she called back, I was told that the glasses are not to be found at any of the nine stores she tried (a) they have over a hundred and b) how do they not have a cetnral database of stock?).

Anyway, long/tedious story short, they have to order them from Dolce & Gabanna overseas so it will be 7 – 10 working days at least.  I asked for a refund in the meantime (which she seemed shocked about but I want to have the £300 in my account for the next two weeks, not in theirs – is this so wrong?!).

After this disappointment, I slurged on the Prison Break boxset seasons 1-3 only to get home and realise there was a disk missing.  Not the disk we were up to (thank god) but the next one meaning no Prison Break when I get home tonight.  And so the foul mood accelerated into a full-blown strop.  Thankfully, this has now been rectified for our uninterrupted viewing pleasure.  Heads would have rolled otherwise.  I am not normally a moody or stroppy person but man, I was in a foul mood last night.  Not pretty.

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I just had an email asking me to moderate the following comment. I *think* it may be spam:

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Make any sense to you? Why are these people not sucked into hell already for WASTING MY TIME. Now about that essay I should be writing…

Expensive forgetfulness

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I must be getting old – I didn’t get any Easter eggs this year!  But all in all it was a good Easter weekend.  We are lucky in the UK and get two bank holidays (good Friday and Easter Monday).  So as not to monkey with tradition, Rich and I started decorating our house (because what else are you meant to do with a 4 day weekend? This is sarcasm.)  We desperately needed to elimiate the ghastly red in our kitchen so we put 3 coats of white base coat and the first coat of the colour we had chosen only to realise it looked like ass with our kitchen cupboards.  So then we had to paint two more coats of a better, nices, less ass-like colour.  We now have all the woodwork to do (which is always a pain in the bum) so hopefully by the weekend we will be all done. 

In other news, I managed to leave my hand-luggage at Sofia airport (between security and the plane) – it’s a long story which basically involves me being a ‘tard.  I realised as soon as I got on the plane.  The air stewardess even ran back to the gate to see if she could see but she couldm’t.  The Bulgarian ground staff apparently found it straight away after that but it was too late to get it to me.  I didn’t know this though so there were some angry, hot, silent tears whilst we waited to take off which were the manifestation of my complete inane stupidity (a completely necessary pleonasm).  Anyway, the upshot was that British Airways in Sofia would not send it to me or to Heathrow.  They would only allow me to have it collected.  Now, I do not have a ton of friends or contacts in Sofia so this was a bit of a problem.  Luckily, I stayed at a nice hotel.  After speaking to the even nicer lady on reception, I managed to get them to pick up the bag for me (they provide a transfer service to and from the airport so they picked it up on their next trip out there) and then they very kindly contacted various couriers, provided me with quotes, checked the contents of the bag for the courier (euw laundry, sorry, nice hotel lady), emailed me every step of the way, took payment from me by credit card on behalf of the courier (but did not charge me a bean extra for all the kerfuffle) and yesterday organised the courier to pick up my bag. 

It arrived by Fedex this morning.  I am SOOOO happy.  The bag itself was a Christmas present from my parents.  Inside, there was a £300 suit (the only posh suit I own) which is now not available and other personal bits and pieces.  I had insurance but once it was found by BA, the insurance company would not pay out or help towards the cost of sending it home (£134 in case you are interested – I think that’s a bargain!).  I just sent a bunch of flowers to the lovely lady Elena who works at the hotel, Grand Hotel Sofia.  If you ever stay in Sofia, PLEASE stay at the Grand Hotel Sofia.  And give Elena a big kiss from me.  She is probably gorgeous as all Bulgarian women are.

London, baby!

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On Friday, I went up to the Big Smoke to see my friend Zoë. We had tickets for The Sound of Music which was excellent. I have a question though. Why is it acceptable to get up for the loo 5 minutes before the interval? Is that not what the interval is for? I think it is so rude to disturb the rest of the audience and the poor performers on stage just because you don’t want to queue for the loo or the bar. It irritates me enough when it happens at a football match but at least the footballers can’t hear people getting restless. And why would you take a four year old to see a West End show?  I spend £45 on my ticket so do not really want to have to listen to a grizzly kid half way through.  AND if your obnoxious ten year old boys start making retching noises during the romantic bits, DO SOMETHING.  For effs sake!  Anyway, that aside, the show was fab. London was fab. It was nice to visit but I was glad to come home again. How on earth did I manage that everyday for 2 years?

Plus, if you visit London, go and stay near Sloane Square – it’s lovely.  I have been to London a lot but never to that area and I really liked it.  Good shops, lovely old buildings and still not too far away from the centre.  This was the view from the flat where we stayed the night (it’s great having friends with money).

And if you go to Yo Sushi, try not to eat 6 dishes.  You will regret it.  Although it was lovely just to chill out and catch up with Zoe and another friend from where I used to work, Kirsty.  Boy, I miss those lovely ladies.