August 27th, 2006

beardface

Scales of Stew

The Good:
  • Snakes on a Plane. It was better than I thought, and found me laughing too much just about all the way through.
  • The Mile looks fucking beautiful around six am, as the sun comes up.


The Bad
  • I didn't get to sleep until after said six o'clock.
  • Some worthless fucking brass section started playing at ten. They're shite, but I can still hear them louder than I'd want a radio through both closed window and (usually very effective) earplugs. The treebadgers are busking but not paying off the people who's sleep they are destroying through their idiocy. If this goes on outwith the Festival, I'm finding something official I can do about the cunts.