You’re MY Wife Now

Well, what is there to say in the (what is becoming) traditional weekly roundup of odd things that I forgot to tell you throughout the rest of the week?

On Friday night, Jo and myself took ourselves off to the circus. For the Moscow State Circus was in town, they offered a student discount, and it would have been silly not to go. So, go we did. And much fun was had. I wanted to have “Lions, and Tigers, and Bears, Oh My!” as the title, but the Moscow State is a people-circus, not an animal-circus, so it wouldn’t have worked. We sat in the cheapest-but-one seats (hell-oooo, student = cheapskate), not the most comfortable seats around, but the view wasn’t bad. Tip: never ever sit ring-side at the Moscow State Circus. These clowns come out between acts to keep people entertained whilst they take down/set up, and are mildly amusing. I don’t normally laugh at clowns, as I tend more toward the school of thought that finds clowns just plain creepy, but these guys weren’t bad. Anyway, the problem with sitting ringside, is that you are then within grabbing distance of the clowns. They can, and will pull you up into the ring with them. Much hilarity ensued. Always fun laughing at someone else’s humiliation! The best bit of the evening: by far, the strong man. They DROVE A FRICKING HUGE 4X4 OVER THE GUY!!! Yes, you read that correctly. Average looking slavic gentleman. Muscly, but not gorilla like. He lies down on the ground. Assistants 1 & 2 place a wooden board on his chest, then lay two tracks over the board. Assistant 3 revs the engine of a LARGE jeep grand cheroke (I am pretty certain that was the make. It was a Jeep and large anyway). Assistant 3 then drives up the tracks, over the man, and down the other side. Had to be seen to be believed. I am not ashamed to admit I was watching through my fingers. I could NOT believe that they really did that!

Films seen this month:
At the cinema:
Sahara, The Interpreter, Blade Trinity, Wedding Date.
Welcome to Collinwood, Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back, Chasing Amy, Peter Pan, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Timeline, Equilibrium, Enduring Love, Around the World in 80 Days.

I got divebombed by a pigeon when I was out shopping the other day. I am resisting the temptation to add pigeons to my list of evil animals. Penguins are evil, we have already established that. Pigeons on the other hand are just nasty, smell, disease-laden pests, who serve no purpose that I can see. We even have a warning posted in our kitchen not to feed the pigeons, or to leave our windows open when we aren’t in the rooms, because the pigeons can, and more importantly will, enter our rooms, defecate all over the floor and furniture, and generally be a pain in the unmentionables. When I started this blog, I honestly didn’t think I would be talking about the possibility of members of the local fauna going to the toilet in my room, but the fact that I just have, goes to show that you never can tell.

The observant ones among you might have noticed the little white banner across the top left corner of the page. I bought one of the bands the other day in Oxfam, put it on, and then felt smugly superior for the rest of the morning, because I had “done my bit”. I then realised that I was basically being a total arse, because I had spent £1 on a bracelet, gone on to spend ten times that in the supermarket, and still felt superior when there were people out there starving. So I come home, log on to the Make Poverty History website and discover that they do these groovy little banners for websites. To quote the slightly cheesy line from the American site “We’re not asking for your money, we’re asking for your voice”. There are a grand total of three charities who, to date, get my time and money when I have some to spare:
Cancer & Leukemia In Childhood
the Bone Marrow Register
Cancer Research UK – more about them in a few weeks.
And now there is a fourth.

On a lighter note, the best of the rest:

  1. I have it on good authority, that Tom Cruise’s real name is Derek, and that Will Ferrell is a bad kisser.
  2. “We had to do a bit of pretending to get slapped in a Welsh quarry, but who hasn’t?” – Martin Freeman, H2G2 interview.
  3. (talking of Bill Nighy) – “he is possibly the only person to have quit [smoking] because of vampirism.”
  4. My umbrella’s-against-rain campaign is holding up. Go for fieldwork on Tuesday, get soaked walking up to campus. Fieldwork was cancelled due to the bad weather (apparently electronic surveying equipment doesn’t work well in the rain, duh!). Get soaked walking home. Get changed into dry clothes and eat lunch. Go back up to campus for an afternoon lecture. Buggered if I was going to get wet again so I took an umbrella (it looked like it could rain any moment), and the sun shone so brightly, I needed shades. The next day, I again lugged my gigantic golfing umbrella into uni because the sky looked threatening, and there wasn’t a drop of rain to be seen all day. Thursday evening, we walk into town to rent a video, I don’t take the umbrella, and it pisses it down all the way home.

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