kingandy | Best Behaviour

I'm going to be somewhat less active, LJ-wise, than I have been. I've been given a spot of friendly advice at work - people have noticed that I'm spending a lot of time on the intarweb^[1] and it would be in my own best interest to be a bit more discreet. It's about time, really. I've been waiting to be told off for that for a while. I was starting to feel unappreciated.

Anyway, in the spirit of cooperation, I will be posting big infodumps at the weekends. Here's a summary of events since my last post.

Cars

I just bought my first car part. Whoo hoo! My aim is to fix up the Metro and sell it on. Because it's fine apart from the starter motor, unlike the Granada, which I left at the scrap yard where I bought the starter for the Metro. I was planning to get the train back, but I was given a lift by a very amiable and slightly sexy mechanic.

For those of you keeping track, I now own two cars, a Honda Accord and a Rover Metro. One of them works. I plan to increase that number as soon as I can get my hands on a 14mm wrench (probably some time next week as I'm busy the rest of this weekend).

I have managed to retune the radio on the Honda. Unfortunately the 'scan' function only works upwards, and the memory buttons still refuse to function (either to store or recall). Radio 1 is thus almost unuseable as I travel through two different frequency zones just going to work in the morning, never mind travelling to Manchester. So I am going to rely on tapes to entertain me in the car.

Busted

Finally got around to listening to the Busted album (yes, in the car). Was pleasantly surprised to listen to the lyrics to "That's What I Go To School For". I always assumed that it was something about not wanting to do maths or something during the weekend, because that's what you go to school for, right? Turns out the song is actually about fancying your teacher, then fucking your teacher, then moving in with and continuing to fuck your teacher. "You're what I go to school for." Fantastic. The band is very much the English Good Charlotte (thanks

wulfboy), in that most of the stuff they've released is jumpy catchy pop rock, while a lot of the rest of the album is mellow acoustic stuff. I enjoy them. While they have a certain clean-cut '13-year-old-girls' reputation, it is somewhat undeserved as they are filty-minded sods really. They are lads, and sing about triple-breasted women in the year 3000. Hooray!

I must recommend one of the songs on the album to

myki. It is called "Psycho Girl".

She's my psycho girl
My psycho girlfriend,
Everything I say,
She takes it the wrong way.
She's my psycho girl,
My living nightmare,
She's everything I need,
But I can't stand her.

No, not memorized or transcribed, it's written in the sleeve notes.

Wedding

Yesterday it was my old friend Paul's wedding. I don't think I've seen him since before he met his new bride. Still, I think of him and the rest of my Ilkley posse as good friends. One of them I still think of as my best friend, though we rarely speak or even email these days. We hung out together and played Dungeons and Dragons, we were the loser kids that spent our lunchtimes playing Magic The Gathering. (For the record, I never bought any cards. People got bored of me borrowing theirs and gave me their spares.) It breeds a certain bond between people. Must make an increased effort to keep in touch. It was good to see them again, we picked up more or less where we left off. Naturally we had more to talk about, of the "what are you up to these days" variety.

The happy couple will no doubt have to endure many amused sneers and giggles from hotel staff, now that they are Mr and Mrs Smith.

I wasn't invited to the wedding (which was an intimate affair), but was asked to the afterparty at the hotel. There was food and drink and dancing and bad music. A good time was had by all. Particularly while dismantling and reloading the giant party-poppers (no gunpowder, just a powerful spring).

Now I must head across the pennines to see if I can find Bispham Hall, or wherever SoS is being held this month. Since I missed last month and will miss next month's, and I don't want people to think I've given up. Like some dirty stop-ins.

[1] Heard Alan Davies say that on next week's QI (thank you, BBC4). Hooray!