Friday was a fairly busy day at home, and then we went out. It was the end of a very interesting seven days - on top of it being St Andrew's Suzy's Day*, it was a weird co-incidence that C had mentioned to Jayne at a previous visit, that she'd never saw Trainspotting. So, for this evening's visit to the north side of Cambridge, Jayne had already ordered the movie in! Suffice to say, Caroline probably doesn't need to see it again, now. Yes, she saw both trains in the movie. I remembered a couple of the lines from the movie that I use myself now and then, but I had forgotten some more were also from the same movie!
On the way home, as we passed over Kings Hedges on the A14, I started counting back the days. Yes, it's St Andrew's Day, but Friday was also... the last day of the month... meaning, we've been together for eight months now! OK, that night at the end of March, it wasn't raining... but even lashing wind and rain couldn't dampen our spirits. I, once again, used the last hour and a bit of the night to remind her of my feelings... as if it needed to be done. We stopped at Tesco on the way home, and made it home shortly before midnight... and to bed a bit later.
Saturday morning, and the weather was the same, for the first day of December. In the post this morning, I received a DVD box set that I had purchased for C (as an early Christmas gift, as well as part of the 'reward' from last weekend!), and also a card from my mother... it was a 'thank you' card, from her and my sister, for the birthday cards I'd sent them... which was nice, and unexpected.
So, we've made it through the week, and we're now relaxing... chilling... in more ways than one!
* For the benefit of anyone who didn't know me before 09/04/04, please put two and two together!
On the way home, as we passed over Kings Hedges on the A14, I started counting back the days. Yes, it's St Andrew's Day, but Friday was also... the last day of the month... meaning, we've been together for eight months now! OK, that night at the end of March, it wasn't raining... but even lashing wind and rain couldn't dampen our spirits. I, once again, used the last hour and a bit of the night to remind her of my feelings... as if it needed to be done. We stopped at Tesco on the way home, and made it home shortly before midnight... and to bed a bit later.
Saturday morning, and the weather was the same, for the first day of December. In the post this morning, I received a DVD box set that I had purchased for C (as an early Christmas gift, as well as part of the 'reward' from last weekend!), and also a card from my mother... it was a 'thank you' card, from her and my sister, for the birthday cards I'd sent them... which was nice, and unexpected.
So, we've made it through the week, and we're now relaxing... chilling... in more ways than one!
* For the benefit of anyone who didn't know me before 09/04/04, please put two and two together!
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Date: 2007-12-01 06:11 pm (UTC)Trainspotting is possibly my favourite film/ book ever, especially because it got me back into reading as a student.
I used to be able to quote it pretty much word for word, point out the innacuracies (like the Glasgow bus!) and still use certain lines to justify things ; "if you ask me, we're hetrosexual by default - it's all about aesthetics and f-all to do with morality"...
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Date: 2007-12-01 06:26 pm (UTC)(It is extra confusing from now on, when people ask how old I'll be next year... my answer 29, 4 and 1...)
I liked it too - especially as it showed hope for some.
As we were driving up High St Chest'n, I asked C what the morale of the story was, and the main bit that she could remember was 'don't take drugs'...
... anyway, yes you are right, it's a Kelvin-Central vehicle.
Dale Winton in allover pink shiny satin? If we'd not worked it out by then...
... anyway, yes I'd forgotten about 'begbie's date'. Loved the bit when the TV was sold, without the renters consent!
The 'green' edition (with the cut bits) includes a few choice cuts that should have been in the original movie, like Renton's interview. Trying to remember the school moto, then answering completely matter-of-factly about his heroin addictions.