Domestic Bliss

As the above may suggest, moving in with Liz is going rather well. I'm expecting delivery of my first UK piece of serious, expensive furniture, a unit which is to be the stand for my decks and vinyl storage deal. Also, the set up of the wireless LAN in the house and DSL working nicely has turned everyone there into an instant Internet addict. I'm afraid I've found the lure of using the Internet in bed a little too tempting, and have sat in there with Liz's laptop on quite a few occasions now. I'd feel guilty about it if it weren't for the fact that the girls have figured out it's a superfast connection to a whole new world of shopping they hadn't explored previously. Liz has spent a reasonable amount of the time her friends have been over showing them our newly-ordered furniture, which is quite funny. I have been running round taking loads of photos with my phone and mailing them around the place via bluetooth and wireless DSL. It's just too much fun. She's even let me keep my toys in quite a prominent position, which I wouldn't have expected from even a reasonable human being, so all very lovely.

Anyhow, the past weekend was Clare's (flatmate from previous flat's) birthday. We met at a local place (Bar & Dining Room) which we always knew had a downstairs, but we hadn't realised it's actually pretty damn good down there. Well, the part I remember. I'm sitting here at work and my legs are killing me. God knows what my dancing was like. Though if I'm lucky, even he wasn't paying attention.

Next Wednesday Liz, Gloria, Katie and some friends of hers depart for Barcelona for Sonar 2003. I'm starting to look forward to seeing Barcelona more than the festival itself, though it will be my first opportunity to see Aphex Twin and Bjork live, so it's not like I'm unexcited. But the photos Liz has shown me of her previous trips to Barcelona make the place look fascinating. The week after that is back to work, followed by Sarah's leaving mashup and the next week is Glastonbury. Should be brilliant.

Speaking of Glastonbury, I met a guy on the train home Friday night who is working at Glastonbury. Soudns like a brilliant scam - evidently the company which runs the bars offers the positions to charities. The staff's salary then goes directly to benefit that charity. The idea is that you send a few too many people to man the bar, so you can get trashed and watch the bands for a decent percentage of the time. Anyway, he's given me his phone number so I can cruise over and scam some free drinks. Like I won't :)

Everything's good. Keep in touch.