It's quiet 'round 'ere at the moment. As if Soph's departure didn't leave a big enough dent in our number, Pete has now buggered orf to Spain for a two-week field trip.
So when I yesterday decided that it was too nice a day for a lecture on the music industry and to invite everyone to the fountains to frolic in the sunshine...well, 'everyone' wasn't a lot of people.
It was Sarah and Cliffey, but that was enough. While waiting for them to leave their lessons (pfft), I purchased a prawn baguette from Gregg's and a Cars ball from The Entertainer. The latter cost me £4, which we all agreed was a little steep for a rubber ball but it proved to be well worth the price of admission. Serious games were played.
Eventually Tim joined us, as well as his not-girlfriend Qing, who is very nice and doesn't seem to fit Tim's description of her as a nipple-crippling ice queen at all. I suppose one should never trust one's first impression.
Exhausted from all of the ball games, we went to CAI for a spell before heading our separate ways. Cliffey had to go to the bank to sort out his lost debit card and Tim had to help Qing find and qeck into her hotel, so Sarah and I went to the cinema. We saw Source Code, which is excellent and highly recommended. Imagine if Groundhog Day were some sort of taut action thriller and you're halfway home.
This morning Cliffey and I have been combining songs with movie trailers, with hilarious consequences. Some of our favourites:
50 Cent meets The Notebook
Antiques Roadshow meets Adulthood
Find your own combinations and send 'em in. By which I mean tell me on Facebook.
Joel.
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