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andrewducker) wrote2007-05-12 11:38 pm
andrewducker) wrote2007-05-12 11:38 pm
Oh my aching feet
I started off about 3:00, walking up to the bus stop with Ed, dropping in to book a badminton court for Ellie and I to play on and discovering that due to a cheerleading event they had no courts free until 9pm. We then bused into town and met up with Erin and Padmini at the huge annual book sale on George Street. I then walked Erin through town for a bit and caught up with the gossip (not that there was any), before then heading over to Ellie's to tell her the bad news about the court.
We decided to head to the cinema instead to see Mon meilleur ami (My best friend) - the new Daniel Auteill movie. I went on ahead so I could buy a badminton racket and a USB WiFi connector (in different shops). Turns out the difference between the £20 ones and the £100 ones is whether they are pure graphite or contain aluminium - I don't give that much of a damn, so went for a £20 one. Then to the cinema, where the film turned out to be touching, well written and well acted. Not the best film ever, but a rather nice comedy about a man who discovers that he doesn't have any friends and needs to get one quickly to win a bet. I'm sure the American remake will be out within the year, and be about half as good.
Coming out of there we decided to grab a bit to eat - and that the Auld Hoose was the best place to wander to. Which, being on the other side of the city from the Cineworld, meant a half hour walk to get there. The food was delicious, if terribly over-filling, so we walked it off afterwards by heading up Salisbury Crags and over to the parliament - Ellie hadn't seen it from above before, so that was interesting. We then walked up The Royal Mile and down North Bridge, where she turned left and I caught a bus home.
And now my feet ache and I feel like I've done quite enough exercise to sleep very well tonight.
Oh - also, the police turned up and told me there wasn't much they could do, but they'd record the incident in case it happened again. And the estate agent came over, got me to sign things, and tells me the place will be on the market next Tuesday. Amusingly the only ID I had that they would accept was a passport. And she got halfway through copying the details before I noticed that it ran out of date two weeks ago - and stupidly I mentioned this. Which means I now need to photocopy my work ID badge for her, as proof that I exist...
We decided to head to the cinema instead to see Mon meilleur ami (My best friend) - the new Daniel Auteill movie. I went on ahead so I could buy a badminton racket and a USB WiFi connector (in different shops). Turns out the difference between the £20 ones and the £100 ones is whether they are pure graphite or contain aluminium - I don't give that much of a damn, so went for a £20 one. Then to the cinema, where the film turned out to be touching, well written and well acted. Not the best film ever, but a rather nice comedy about a man who discovers that he doesn't have any friends and needs to get one quickly to win a bet. I'm sure the American remake will be out within the year, and be about half as good.
Coming out of there we decided to grab a bit to eat - and that the Auld Hoose was the best place to wander to. Which, being on the other side of the city from the Cineworld, meant a half hour walk to get there. The food was delicious, if terribly over-filling, so we walked it off afterwards by heading up Salisbury Crags and over to the parliament - Ellie hadn't seen it from above before, so that was interesting. We then walked up The Royal Mile and down North Bridge, where she turned left and I caught a bus home.
And now my feet ache and I feel like I've done quite enough exercise to sleep very well tonight.
Oh - also, the police turned up and told me there wasn't much they could do, but they'd record the incident in case it happened again. And the estate agent came over, got me to sign things, and tells me the place will be on the market next Tuesday. Amusingly the only ID I had that they would accept was a passport. And she got halfway through copying the details before I noticed that it ran out of date two weeks ago - and stupidly I mentioned this. Which means I now need to photocopy my work ID badge for her, as proof that I exist...
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Police and crime
The whole system is just a way of keeping the bloated classes fat and the rest of us made to feel under the kosh.
Sorry to hear of your troubles, but I'm not surprised "you're on you own"
in dealing with it.
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But cheers for the offer!
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proof of existence
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