Holiday Journal - Day 3

Holiday Journal - Day 3 - 25/08/08

I've realised that this journal is approaching levels of tedium usually reserved for student poetry and ITV dramas with James Nesbit in them. This is even duller than my normal life, because even though I'm doing similar things, when I'm in Oxford I'm doing them in a place with a larger population and a higher proportion of attractive people.

This morning, there was no dull sport to watch. But there was nothing to watch at all - an appalling range of viewing for a Bank Holiday. Where was Bedknobs and Broomsticks? Where was The Great Escape? I even could have stood for one of those identikit computer-animated 'classics' from Dreamjerks or Prixar.

I modified their names into an insult. That, my friend, is satire.
We were forced to watch Cool Runnings; a film that passes through so many layers of cheese and self-parody, that I got motion sickness and had to dry-heave into a paper bag.
In the afternoon, we visited a different set of relatives, and had an entirely different set of awkward conversations. I don't know how Lucy is holding up with all this socialising. This is surely no holiday for her - more like a community-service sentence. At least she hasn't been forced to pick up litter with a big spike yet. Yet.

In the evening we did various evening things, like eat and watch television. On occasion, I'd annoy people by playing a few chords on the piano - these are limited to the two bits of music I know how to play. Having a talented musical sibling makes things like that embarrassing for all concerned. It's like Alexander Fleming's younger brother seeking approval for inventing a slightly more capacious petri dish.

We came to bed early, to listen to some Russell Brand on BBC's excellent Listen Again service, and now I'm writing this.

The day might end with a fist-fight or a bull-fight, but it's too early to tell.