Shakespeare, Potter, Prescilla, Bridesmaids and Eclipse. Busy!

Hey guys, well last I wrote, I was off to the Shakespeare avec Dr C and her charming new fella, Am. Well, I was sceptical, as I always am, but to be honest it was freakin' hilarious. And to add to it, there was some pretty decent sexual tension and all these longing looks across the stage. So, Helen was pretty much sold after about five minutes in. Ha ha. Who knew Shakespeare was a master of the sexual tension? Love it! So I would recommend you try and catch it, if possible. Much Ado about Nothing! Awesome!

Now, when last I blogged, I mentioned what I thought was the weirdest thing ever, which was the guy on the tube shaving, with a portable shaver. I still think that probably is the weirdest thing, but this came pretty close. So, I'm walking back from the tube, late, after the Shakespeare, and of course dodgy headphones are in and I'm on the usual mission to get home as fast as possible. And then I happen to notice a guy on a bike. But not just any bike. A tiny, child's, pink bike with a basket on the front. Bearing in mind he was pretty overweight and about 35 and clearly pissed out of his mind. He was on the telephone too and had completely lost the ability to steer as he wandered from pavement to pavement across the road.
But as he was meandering drunkenly across the road, I found myself thinking: Did he steal it? Is it his own child's? or Does he just like tiny pink bikes? Maybe it's a fetish of his. Who knows? So, that was pretty weird and really funny too. As I came around the corner, he was then driving up and down the white line in the middle of the road. Asking for trouble.......I think so! I was almost expecting to see some crazy headline the next day about a guy run over on a tiny pink bike, complete with basket. But alas, he must have survived the night!

Then Friday was Harry Potter Day, and I was just so giddy all day. I had these random moments at work, where I would just jump and start screaming that it was Harry Potter day, and my kids were like, "What's Harry Potter? What Helen?" Subtext......My teacher is off her rocker! I'm being cared for by a mental patient. Could I have a choice of a sane teacher next time? Ha ha. They wish.

In fact, I think I was so worked up for HP Day, that when it actually came to watching the film, I couldn't take it in. I couldn't relax. I was so tense through the whole thing and I just can't wait to watch it again in a couple of weeks with Cl. Woo Hoo! I have to say though......After 8 films, I finally got my Ron and Hermione kiss. Thank God! And it was pretty good, though of course I would have preferred it if they did it like they did in the book. Oh yeah, Cl, don't read this bit in case I spoil anything. Only kidding, that's it now, that's all I'm gonna say. Except that, it's all over. That's it. Boo Hoo! Well, at least we still have the two installments of Breaking Dawn to look forward to. Ha ha. Freakin' love fantasy! Woo!

I also went to see Priscilla Queen of the Desert with Dr C and Am and it was fab. A huge camp, colourful, every songs a big number, type of show. But it was a lot of fun and it meant I got to see Dr C and Am, three nights in a row. Not sure that was as good for them.....ha ha.

It was quite a busy few days, in terms of doing things, especially as on Saturday me and A went to the cinema to watch Bridesmaids. Ok, so I thought it was just going to be laugh out loud comedy, all the time. Ha ha ha.
But, no. What they don't tell you is how depressive it becomes when everything goes wrong for the lead character and plus her best friend is getting pinched by a complete rich bitch! I took it pretty badly. Again, I blame the funeral which realeased all these stupid feminine emotions, and seemed to plummet me into a dark hole of depression. But really, it was ridiculous. All I was thinking was how hard done by she was, and how I wouldn't blame her if she commited suicide. It would probably have been better than her horrific life. And that's no way to feel during a laugh out loud rom com. Deary me. I think I need to find whatever inner wound is open and oozing, and put a stopper in it, presto! Because I'm getting pretty sick of the old tears. Ridiculous. I think I need putting in a bag of bricks and shaking up. As we say in the Richards family. Ha ha.

Anyhoo, enough of my emotional instability. I had a great night last night, with L, D and T, eating and drinking (a very minimal amount of wine as I felt like poo warmed up) and providing our own audio commentary on The Twilight Saga: Eclipse. He he. It was way better than the actual film.
Comments included:

"My quiff, it's out of control."
And
"Heaven forbid, he should slip in a bit of tongue."

Ha ha. good times.

Well, I'd better get ready for work. Am only half dressed and have to leave in about 16 minutes. Had better give this a quick spell check too.

Happy, manky, grey, undoubtedly wet, Tuesday, to you all!
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