I'm eating an egg mayo sandwich. Dunno why. It just came to me while I was sat in the conservatory. Not the sandwich, of course. The idea. *imagines sandwich floating through the air*
Anyway I have no idea what's going on in this film but some guy is beating some other guy with what I think is a hammer. Oh, it's John wayne. Hammerhead-John wayne.
Getting to see Dylan last night was quite stressful. I got all the way to Holmgate before I remembered I had no tickets. That's pretty bad right there. Then there was a lot of rushing and I was scared we were going to be late. We weren't. Everything was ok and it was great. We were both so tired by the end though having been up like actual people since about seven or eight. Lauren Bacall's in it too. Ooo.
The opera house was really nice. More from the outside than inside. It wasn't as impressive as Nottingham and they didn't have a girl playing the piano. I COMPLETELY forgot about that. In Nottingham they had a girl playing the piano in the bar. Just because. I was delerious.
So, yeah. It was hilarious.
I want to go to London and do the "Three men in a boat" trip. It'd make my life. Kind of on the same subject; London tomorrow. I'm trying to keep the "seeing Snow Patrol" bit out of my mind just for now 'cause I'd explode. I've got to get everything ready when I get home at ten. It's gonna be a late night tonight and I dunno if I'll be able to sleep. Who needs sleep when you're going to London?
No-one, that's who.