Dr Who, fountains, and AUGH.

Internet down at flat yesterday. :mutter: Which meant I couldn't download Blink and scare myself shitless again courtesy of Stephen Moffat's campaign to make people hide behind the sofa and instill terror of inanimate objects in an entire generation of children. Oh god. I've just thought. The mime-statues in places like covent garden. AUGH.

Nor could I finish dling the results show of ADWD and watch Lee Meade and Keith be frankly adorable when Lee won. Somehow I think Keith? Never going to complete that theatre course he was starting at the beginning of the show. And I'm guessing Lewis won't be starting his next year of theatre school either... (seriously, he used to piss me off immensely, but the last two eps, he made an enormous leap in maturity and stage presence. If he'd won Joseph, you'd have got a damn good show. But LEEEEEE! :squeak:)

Instead, had nap and then watched Topsy-Turvy, aka the making of the Mikado. I squeak a lot when watching this as a matter of course as it is. And then kept going 'hang on, they were in it?' (normally as chorus or a minor character) Watching the credits, also got Martin Savage who I'm sure I know from *somewhere*, plus, for all you Coupling fans, apparently Richard Coyle was one of the chorus.

Sunday spent messing around in front of Royal Festival Hall with megolas and jamjar. We were supposed to be watching various acts - only we watched bits of a couple but mostly ate pasta and me and Megs snickered after having dived into the fountain while Jen looked on bemusedly, then suddenly got the bags thrown at me as Jen went in and attempted dignity whilst doing so. (of course, I was the only wearing a denim skirt which still wasn't dry by this morning) Also, found out that if we'd gone on saturday, matt Cutler would've been there. Yes, he's the latin champion, but all I know about this man is that he's bouncy, giggly, has an incredibly cute boyfriend, dances like a nutter til the end and his hips can do things that really, really should be illegal. And possibly metaphysically impossible. Also, he can't spin as long as me. Thppppbt.

And. um. oh. shit. What the hell do you do on a date with someone you've previously a) pulled, b) get on with, c) but only actually been around in a group context? (aside from the shagging, that is) Yours truly has only been on a few dates previously, which were all one-date wonders and... argh. I like this bloke. HELP.