Less Is More v1.6

I have had the absolutly maddest two days in history, and I'm ad libbing an update out of it now I've just got online. Be thankful, the alternative was an update on Vauxhall Corsas...

Yesterday morning, I went into school for my one lesson of the day. As our regulars know, my laptop went down in smoke on Monday, and while I was in Maths, it was supposed to be miraculously fixed by Dad's uber-techy friend.

After realising the pointlessness of a lesson which I had no paperwork for, I went home. As everyone had declared already, the hard drive was kaput. Thank God however that the data on it could be saved. Fucking hell that it would be too late for my Media Studies coursework essay, making up about 15% of the mark for an entire A-level, to be in...

So, the biggest writing frenzy I have ever tried began. 3000 words on how Futurama is a sci-fi program. There but for the Grace of God, I managed 2200 words by sundown.

Next day (ie, today), I decided I had a choice. Go into English to do intolerable essay, OR do vital Media Studies essay? Choices, choices...

Finally, by 10:30am, I had it. 2825 words of pure speed-typing genius. Consider that this is an essay that should have taken four months to write, rattled off in six hours. Go Chyld! Then, I prepared to actually go and hand it in...

11:15am, and I had handed it in. Nothing to do for the rest of the day.

She (you all know who by now, and I need to think of a better psudonism than Her) proposed a casual walk to the town she lives (only half an hours walk, a nightmare in skate shoes) and a pub lunch. Fairy nuff, said I. Despite our beseechings, Amyjay would not join us, and neither would She Who Is Small. So, off setteth Chyld and K-80 (does that work? Or is it too obvious?)

However, "not that far away", when talking to women, evidently means "we're sodding miles away". The first was how far the pub was away in "K-80 Time" at five minute junctures (considering that Chartridge Lane, the road it was up, is practically inclined at a 60 degree angle), and the latter is the real-life version.

Plus, when we were at 2Xm away from the school (X being the distance in hundreds of meters, where you actually can't be arsed to go back and do something importent), Her phone rang. And for some reason, it was Crazy Australian Psychology Teacher (since half of you do Psychology, you know who I mean) asking for a piece of paper K-80 had, but could have handed in when not in the next town about to have lunch with Chyld. Ho hum.

So, with a combination of "nearly there"s, and rushing to get She Who Is Small (bless) to help get pieces of paper ferried around, we only had time for a pint each at the pub.

Eventually, I got home, with laptop fixed typically too late. Then I had to fight to get the internet to work.

So, what can we learn from this?
1.) Vans are not walking shoes.
2.) Never trust K-80 Time when you desperatly need a pint.
3.) Don't run when you're dehydrated and only have a pint of Carlsberg in you.
4.) Australian Psychology teachers are disorganised people. BEWARE!
5.) Unplugging modems = increased efficiency!

Yes, I'm sorry if this is shit, go away. I am doing practically an hours worth of work a day for no pay or otherwise. And at any rate, Johnny Napalm promised me a guest update, and hasn't provided yet.

God, I need to get out of this house...