Having had a stress-filled weekend of bingo and babysitting, Lisa and I naturally needed a bit of rest and relaxation, so what better way to unwind than with a trip to the dentist. Thus we headed on over to Hove yesterday afternoon for a bit of flossing. Lisa took it all in her stride, and only needed three glasses of wine to get her through the door, while I basked in the glow of free healthcare for all, and watched as the NHS dentist handed her a bill for over a hundred quid. But on the plus side, her money has paid for a very luxurious waiting room, and we get to go back in a fortnight's time.
The ordeal over (for now - the screaming starts in earnest on the 22nd), we made our way to Brighton Marina for a bit of pizza, and some reminiscing about an old friend. After which we popped next door to the cinema to see 'Closer'. Personally I liked it, though considering it was written by the guy who wrote 'Knowing Me Knowing You' with Alan Partridge (aha), the belly laughs were a bit thin on the ground. But having spent twenty minutes relaying the story to Lisa, who slept through most of the second half, I realised just how deep and meaningful it had been, and why the Royal Court prefers Patrick Marber's plays to my own.
Anyhoo, I'm off now to Brighton City Council to have an argument about parking permits.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
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