Cooking a ham.
Nottingham was fun though. Car journey home was not, though.

Just watched District 9, and was suitably impressed!
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 17:50, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I was looking at Nottingham on a map
As I have to drive there in the summer. Not looking forward to it, it looks well far away.

Good work on the ham, though. A good remedy to rubbish journeys, surely.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 17:52, Reply)

To be sure, Nottingham is what scholars refer to as a 'fucking hole'.
And they are right.

My house smells of cooking ham and peppercorns. It is win.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 17:57, Reply)

Is that to cover the smell that Nottingham has embedded in your clothes?
My flat smells of toasties, and something that seems to be originating in flatmate's room. Wish I had some ham to cover it.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:00, Reply)

Very much so.
We went in to this club last night where there were ladies who didn't have many clothes on. What? It was a stag do. So anyway, one of Nottingham's finest approaches me and some friends at the bar, and asks if one of us (me) wants to buy her a drink. The conversation went as follows:

Me: Nah, you're alright. We're only here to get the stag a dance. Besides, I don't think the wife would like it. (As you can see, I used the only gambit available to me)
Her: Well, she won't know, will she?
Me: OK then, I've got no money on me.
Her: S'alright babes, you can pay by card.

Man. Nottingham strippers really want to take their clothes off for me. Especially considering that she collared one of the other guys, and they disappeared for 30 seconds before he came back. "She wanted bloody 20 quid to show me her clunge!" he declared "I told her to fuck off." Within a minute she was with me again - "Hey, did you change your mind about that dance?"

"No." I said.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:08, Reply)

Man, you're sure building it up for my going in the summer
Love how you jumped straight to the Wife card there.

Is that what actually happened, or is that just in case she reads it on here?
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:11, Reply)

Haha, that is actually what happened.
What offended me most was that is was £10 to get in to the place, and there was nary a nipple on show.

If you have to go there there are a few nice pubs around the place, if you look hard.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:13, Reply)

I think it'll mostly be
- Drive to Nottingham
- Play at wedding
- Drive home, possibly the same night

This way, there shall be minimal having to hang around Nottingham.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:14, Reply)

You have ham? I'm jealous. I have tasty sausages and mash for later though
District 9 was awesome :)
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 17:57, Reply)

I do have a horrible feeling that they're going to make a sequel.
The guy who played the lead, who is also in the A-Team, was outstanding, I thought.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:03, Reply)

You're fokkin right he was awesome. I didn't know he was going to be in the A-team
The guy from Hangover's going to be in it as well. Special eye candy time.

Thursday still alright for you?
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:04, Reply)

Yep, he's going to be Murdoch.
Bradley Cooper is Face, Liam Neeson is Hannibal and a rapper whose name escapes me is B.A.

Thursday is a-ok by me!
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:10, Reply)

Apologies, Quinton Jackson is B.A., and he is a MMA person...

( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:11, Reply)

I know not of this Quinton Jackson fella
Then I shall see you and the missus who is thankfully not a Nottingham stripper on Thursday. Oh god, I have to go to Nottingham for my practical exams. Really not looking forward to it.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:12, Reply)

As long as you don't have to stay over, it's OK.
:)
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:14, Reply)

This backs up my plan up there ^

(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:15, Reply)

Well, one of the guys that was there (who was a fucking prick)
Demonstrated his credentials as a fucking prick by driving from Nottingham to Wakefield after a skinful of beer.

Still, this is the man who within five minutes of meeting me said: Mate, shooting a *bad word used by White Sith Iffrikuns for Africans* for me is like shooting an animal. I shot my first *repeated use of bad word* when I was 10.

At that point I declared I didn't want to talk to him any more.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:19, Reply)

Wow, what a cock
Drink driving = fail
Drug boasting = fail
General cockness = fail
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:21, Reply)

Apols - made an edit, as for some reason post went weird.
But, he'd probably boast about drugs too, the cockend.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:24, Reply)

Well, I'm pretty sure that lowers my thoughts on him even further.

(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:25, Reply)

Good.
He was an entirely reprehensible human being...
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:30, Reply)

I think I have to as work are paying for me to be there for the weekend. The practicals are on the Saturday morning
so it'd make more sense for me to go up on the Friday and sit them on the Saturday, then come home Saturday night or Sunday :(
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:18, Reply)

Ah, I see. Well, there are some sort of OK places.
Just avoid the Comfort Inn like the plague.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:25, Reply)

Why do I have the feeling that that's the kind of place they'll be booking me into?
Godammit, one of my flatmates just came home and is now in the kitchen crashing about. I was going to make dinner now, but I can't be bothered to go in there and make conversation just to get at the oven. On the upside, I've almost completed one whole case while I've been on here.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:28, Reply)

Just go postal, lovely.
Paint your face like a Native American and run in there with a Tomohawk shouting about sitting bull.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:31, Reply)

Go mental just like the woman on my bus did this morning
Proper mental-shouting-at-driver like.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:37, Reply)

I've only just got them to agree to the cleaning rota, I can't upset them too much
Maybe I'll save that for a few months down the line.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:41, Reply)

Do you just live with randoms you don't actually know?
I've not done that in years. It was awful. And my room was triangular.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:43, Reply)

Yep, I didn't want to live with friends because I knew when I moved in that I'd have little free time for socialising
due to college and work demands, so rather than keep saying no to people I live with when the ask if I'm coming out to the pub, I get relative peace and quiet here. I like it because I can come home from work and not have to make conversation if I don't feel like it.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:49, Reply)

Hmm, I do like that plus point
I considered just living alone next year, which would cost more but be so much simpler.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Sun 28 Feb 2010, 18:51, Reply)