achingly trendy

this has to be a quick entry, because my exam’s on tuesday and i’m panicking about the lack of revision! but i’ll tell you about yesterday first. lucy cocker and rob finally arrived back, lucy in a shiny new green car, which made claire wildly jealous, and she even had the nerve to ask if she could drive it (i’d advise against it, really. claire may have a british passport but she took her driving test in malta, which involved driving down the road and turning left, then having to pull over and do a short test about road signs, and she could see the answers in pencil that had been half-heartedly rubbed out. ten minutes into the test she realised she hadn’t put her seatbelt on and she still passed.) still, this car has transformed lucy so as she’s now virtually unrecognisable – she’s in a good mood. shock!

me and claire went to see welcome to colinwood last night, because we were insanely bored and i was starting to forget what the outside world looked like. we went to the city screen, the only independent cinema in the city. i’d never been before, it’s nice but a bit pricey (especially when you want to get some ben and jerry’s). it’s achingly trendy though, what with its riverside cafe and purchasable artwork on the walls.

the movie was a lot better than i thought it would be, and it was a nice film to see on a saturday night. a few pointers about it that i wasn’t so keen on though. firstly, it was too short! i’m not sure if this was due to budget constraints and whatnot, but you expect a film that’s 86 minutes long to say ‘disney’ at the start. it was strange how some parts were painfully dragged on in order to give the characters depth, yet the finals scenes (which the whole film had been building up to) were about ten minutes long! it was a good movie, don’t get me wrong, but you felt happy but a bit unsatisfied at the end – a bit like when someone steals the last piece of your dairy milk that you’d been looking forward to savouring.

then we practically ran to the pitcher and piano next door – i haven’t had a drop of alcohol for two weeks so i was quite, *ahem*, ‘forceful’ about getting to the bar. there was so much malibu in the malibu and coke i ordered, the coke had gone very pale and watery. i didn’t care. i necked it in about five minutes.

the place was suprisingly very nice, as i had never been to this bar either, and neither had claire. on the second floor there were some beautiful views of the river ouse, and every now and then a boat with a bar or a restuarant in it would float past. and across the river was the minister, which was all lovely and lit up.

although claire was more interested in checking out all the very nice looking blokes stood around. so this is where they’ve all been hiding. she’d almost given up for good.. i think we’ll be spending our time nearer the top end of town instead of wasting our money in skanky micklegate, where the women are too thin and the men are ugly bastards. the next bar we went to, bar 38 (to the right of the city screen, as opposed to the left, as is pitcher and piano) was full of handsome men and fat women. jackpot! although i certainly didn’t feel as if i’d won the jackpot for long, as i got 60p change from a tenner for two measley double malibu and cokes! bastards. that soon answered our question of ‘wow, i wonder why all the rich and successful people are in here?’

then it was around 11, and time to go home. boo. it was a good night though. i told claire as we were walking up to our bedrooms that last night was a mere hor d’oeuvre to what would be the giant buffet that will be next thursday.

it can’t come soon enough, it really can’t.