RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell

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Is that politcally correct?

The past few days have been pretty busy ones. So much so that they all seem to have blurred into one.

Sunday was my brother's birthday so we all went out for lunch. I skipped the food and consumed a very nice bottle of red wine. Having already dreamt that my mother would leave her credit card at home it was little surprise that I had to pick up the cheque.

After a quick stop at the homestead to pick up her ammunition we were off in search of dessert. We found it in the form of a riverside café serving cream teas and a very tart lemon cheesecake.

We stopped at Special Reserve on the way home so that could pick up a copy of World of Warcraft. At this point my brother went his own seperate way to continue his birthday debauchery.

As was high-lighted in the previous entry I had a few problems with Warcraft. So much so that come Monday morning I took it back to the shop to get a refund. Naturally they didn't want to give me one. In fact it became so bad at one point that three guys were standing behind the counter shouting at me. Thankfully one of them shouted the wrong thing. He let slip that there are plenty of warning stickers on the box which let the customer know that a monthly fee is carried with the game. Unfortunately for them they hadn't put one on my box. I pointed this out by silently raising the box so that all three of them could glare at its stickerless face.

So, with a full refund in my pocket I headed home to gloat for while. It was whilst gloating that I Googled Warcraft and discovered all about the free servers which have been set up. Apparently they're free to play on and have everything the main servers have. I, however, wouldn't know about that because I took my copy of the game back to store... and certainly didn't leave it installed on my machine!

Having battled my way across an entire continent in a game that looked remarkably like World of Warcraft I felt the urge to do something a little different. Obviously this presented itself in shaving all of my hair off.

It's hard to explain my impulses to someone who's living outside of my body but sometimes you just have to go with the flow. The brain kicks into gear and suddenly it seems that a self-administered buzz-cut is the best thing in the world. It's only later when reflecting upon the large pile of hair on the floor that the brain begins to question the genius of the plan.

My new hair caused a bit of a fuss in the restaurant we were eating at today. One of the women serving us said I could never possibly eat what I'd ordered because I was practically Belsen. It took me a few moments to realise that she was referring to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. The other lady waiting on our table then struck up the argument that it wasn't politically correct to use terms like 'practically Belsen'. They happily argued about it whilst I ate my lunch. All of my lunch I'll have you know! This rather surprised the first lady. So much so that she poked me with her finger whilst cackling 'I don't know where he puts it'.

Having had a delightful meal we then spent a few hours walking around Nottingham looking at cameras. I'm lusting after some Canon action. Particularly the EOS 350D and the EOS 20D. Both of them are Digital SLRs and they're both rather sexy. Oh, and both heavily featured on my Amazon Wishlist. *ahem* Oh, come on! It's not like I've linked to it or anything!

Well, that's things updated. I'm off to watch movies tonight round at Kev's. Last week we were mesmerised by the glory of Deathstalker. The first in a series of very bad sword and sorcery flicks. I was actually amazed by the amount of bare flesh in the film. It didn't run five minutes without someone's breast falling into shot. And to think we first watched those movies when we were kids. What were our parents thinking.

Right. I need to go grab some groceries. I'll see catch you on the other side.

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