I still have the pink eye, but it is getting better.
I'm typing this with one eye shut though, so be warned.
I don't have a lot to say today.
iTunes is giving me the irrits because it won't sell the Plastic Jesus song in the Australian store. It also refuses to sell me Christina Aguilera's latest, but I suspect it has my best interests at heart with that refusal.
I had a minor song victory at company A the other day. They're rehearsing a Welsh play and I suggested to the designer that he include the Combine Harvester song** in one of the scenes. I was actually joking, because I was bored out of my skull, but he took me seriously, ran off with my iPod for ten minutes*** and its now a part of the show.
For entertainment at present, I am giving people annoying and obscure song lines (worked into everyday conversation) and seeing how long it takes them to start singing the song.
They get very annoyed when they suddenly find themselves singing songs like Don't Go Breaking My Heart for no apparent reason.
The census man delivered my form tonight. Just as Dr Who started. How. Rude. And it was the episode with Giles from Buffy/Prime Minister from Little Britain in it. I nearly slammed the door in his face. The census man's, not Anthony Head's. Speaking of all things census... those who are not in favour of any particular form of religion, please join me in putting Cult of Nadstown in the religion section of your form. More info can be found here.
Anyhoooo... I have nothing exciting to say and my eye is beginning to water so I am going to go and put the kettle on.
* Name that band. And the movie it came from. NO CHEATING.
** The Wurzels, who sang that glorious piece of scrumpy & western are actually from Somerset, not Wales, but most of the people working on this play wouldn't know Ruishton from Rhayader and I'm not about to enlighten them.
*** Yes, I actually own this song. Everyone should.