Relocation

Last night I was watching another episode of the second season of The Mighty Boosh on DVD. In the show, Vince and Howard attempt to raise up demons in a bid to impress a couple of Goth girls, and end up unleashing a demonic old lady armed with killer scarves and knitting needles and a lethal senior citizen's bus pass, and the duo must stop her armed only with Goth Juice hairspray, which has the most powerful hold known to humanity. ("Don't mess with the occult." "I thought it was good for you. Helped with your digestive system." "No, that's Yakult"). It was another funny and clever episode. It was kind of designed to look like one of the 1920s expressionst horror films.

It was another quiet day at work again. There was more talk about the possible office relocation. A bit of back story: They have been talking about a full-scale relocation of our work for at least nine years, and it tends to go through periods where they decide not to go ahead with any relocation at all, but it always turns up again, and makes everyone very unhappy. Keeping the staff informed of what is happening is not one of our company's strengths. Apparently, they have narrowed it down to four buildings in the city, and will be choosing one in the next few weeks and then letting people know where they are going to be going. They are still keeping the current office building though, they just need more space. I really hope I am just left where I am, because it's only about quarter of an hour from where I live. Actually on my way home I saw a guy being helped up by an ambulance driver. He was surrounded by about four friends each one of them clutching cans of beer, and they were saying how the guy had got really drunk and passed out. He seemed okay, but will no doubt have a really bad hangover tomorrow. I was thinking though how you can be that drunk at half past five on a weekday afternoon.

When I got home I had a microwaved meal of spaghetti carbonara and a glass of pinepapple juice.

Watership Down

Last night I was watching some episodes of The Twilight Zone: "The Hunt" about an old man and his faithful dog who are out hunting raccoons when they both fall in a river. Waking up the next day, they discover that they are, in fact, dead. "Showdown with Rance McGrew" a very funny episode about an actor, who is famous for starring as a heroic Marshall in a Western TV series, when in real-life his is the worst cowboy imaginable (being clumsy, cowardly and lazy) until the spirit of Jesse James comes to show him what the West was really like. "Kick the Can", a very sentimental episode about a group of old people in a retirement home, who discover the secret of youth by playing children's games, and a "Paino in the House" about a sadistic theatre critic who buys a player piano for his young wife's birthday, only to discover that the piano has the ability to force people to reveal their secret inner selves, and uncomfortable truths soon emerge.

Today has been mostly a quiet day at work. Pretty much the same as usual. They took out the Christmas decorations, but were unable to put them up because they are almost all too old or damaged, and so a collection went round to buy some new ones. There's a kind of feeling of restlessness at work at the moment, which only seems to happen in the run-up to Christmas, presumably because everyone is busy and most people take quite a long time off.

At the moment I'm watching the animated film of Watership Down, a 1978 film directed by Martin Rosen and based on the novel by Richard Adams. The film is about a group of rabbits who escape the destruction of their warren and head off to find a new home. It's a surprisingly dark and quite violent film. To this day I vividly remember being terrified by the film when I was about six and having nightmares about the ghostly death rabbit in the film.

Another Week Starts

Jackie sent me a text message at around quarter to nine last night to ask if I wanted to go out and have some drinks. The thing was that by the time I met up with her it would probably be about half past nine, and I probably wouldn't get back home until much before midnight, so I decided to stay home.

It was another dull day at work. Our office is the only one on the floor that doesn't have any Christmas decorations up yet. They'll probably be put up sometime this week, I would expect.

Mostly another quiet day.