My poor little blue mouse decided that today was his day to die and he clonked out. Try as I might I just couldn’t get the left button back on. It’s alright though; I’ve ordered a new one with five mouse buttons! (Although I now realise that means there are more buttons to break!) But still, five mouse buttons! They’ll come so handy in Jedi Knight! One for force push, another for force pull (Mike and I have great fun with that one, “Ooo, I’ve just pulled you!”) The centre mouse wheel button for force grip and the left and right buttons for saber attack! Awesome.
I applied to a few more jobs, one at Selfridges (I can sell fridges!) and one at some supermarket somewhere, Safeway if you must know. I am hoping that the woman phones me back about the warehouse job though! Don’t fancy looking for another one.
In the evening I was off to the theatre to see ‘Thoroughly Modern Millie’ with three lovely ladies, once they had turned up anyway. At half past 7 (we were to meet at quarter past) I received a phone call from Sara.
“Dean?” she said.
“Yes?” I replied.
“How do you get to the theatre? We’re at ‘Les Mis’.”
“Oh, ok, head towards the Dominion!”
“Which way is that?”
We just about made it into the theatre on time. The company being Sara, Rachel and new girl; Laura (I think). She seemed quite nice, wasn’t very pretty, but was quite nice.
The theatre was quite small, but then any theatre is small compared to the Dominion. The walls and stage were overly decorated with well stone patterns and a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling. The orchestra sat below the stage, the conductor’s head and stick appearing every-so-often. The stage curtain was lit red, and changed to blue when the orchestra started playing and had the dictionary definition of ‘modern’ written upon it.
As it happens it was actually quite good, despite the lack of electric guitars! During the interval there was a discussion about ‘age’ amongst our lot.
“Well tell me,” Laura said, “how old do I look?”
Another awkward situation, “not a day over seventeen,” I said.
“People always tell me I look 17, I’m 21 for Christ’s sake! How old are you?”
“I’m looking bad for 19, I tell you that!”
“Awww, you’re still a baby.” Girls.
Anita Dobson, or shall we say Mrs. Brian May was awesome. In my honest and professional opinion she was the best in it, had the funniest lines.
“All aWone in the big wor-ld.” She was playing someone pretending to be Chinese so pronounced all the words in a funny Chinese way.
It finished at half past ten and we all headed back towards the ‘Heartbreak hotel’, or Tottenham Court Road tube station if you prefer. We were tempted to go the stage door of the Dominion to see MiG, but decided against it. Sara and I kissed, hugged and said goodbye.
“Dean mate,” said James on the phone. “I just thought you might like to know that your camera and everything are back safely, along with me.” I had leant James my precious for his trip to Denmark.
“Well, that’s the important thing.” I said.
“I’ll probably bring it round later, or tomorrow, whenever I’m less knackered.”
“See you tomorrow then!”
James wasn’t the only one back from his travels that day, Beth had returned to good old Blightly too. Granted this wasn’t until gone ten in the evening, and we continued to talk until just before midnight.
In the afternoon I received one of those rare things, what are they called? Phone calls, I think. From the warehouse people about the job.
“Hello?” the woman said, “is that Dean?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Good, this is [I can’t remember her name, so we’ll call her Jen] Jen from ‘A&P Resources.’ Do you remember last week you came in and spoke to Polly?”
“Yes.” I confirmed.
“Well, we might have some work for you next week and it looks like it’s going to be very busy.” I remained silent listening intently, “so the normal is from 9 to 5, but we were wondering if you were willing to work an extra couple of hours until 6 or 7.” I still remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her, but I think she might have thought I wasn’t interested or something, which of course couldn’t be further from the truth, so she quickly added, “of course you’ll be paid for the extra hours too.”
“No no, that’s fine! I’ll work extra, I don’t mind!” Thinking that, the more money I earn the quicker I can get my iBook.
You see, I have this great plan, a plan so cunning you could put a tale on it and call it a monkey. I’m going/hoping to work most if not all of the summer and earn, as Harry Enfield would say ‘loadsa money’. Which will be spent on a lovely new iBook, and iPod, the grand total of both (with a protective case) being £1,100. It would be cheaper but I added a 40GB hard drive and 512MB Ram to it. And then, one weekend I’ll invite Sara to spend a weekend with me by the sea. Not sure if she’ll want to come, but I’ll ask anyway!
Well my beauties, I will now leave you! With a little luck, next week you will be able to hear me ranting and moaning about how boring work is! Fingers crossed eh?
Goodnight! Love Dean.