by land, by sea, by dirrigible;

You know I wish I had caught Tony Blair’s last address as leader to the Labour Party conference as it was, by all accounts, a corker. Perhaps a career in acting beckons when the PM’s last term in office is up – if one can fake sincerity as well as he has been doing for the past decade may as well make some money out of it. I don’t know what alternatives he has really: a series of How To Lose Friends and Alienate People But Still Come Up Smiling-style self-help books? I could easily picture Blair’s smile on the face of one of those people handing you flyers proclaiming Get Rich Now! Ask Me How! as you emerge, bleary-eyed, from the train at Central of a morning, but that’s just me.

I’ve been having public transport woes today: there are two major bus companies in Glasgow who run regular services by our flat. I have a pass for Arriva as it means I can get back to my mum’s, and even though the services cut back to one an hour at night there’s one that gets me into town in good time for work and usually one to take me home afterwards. I’d already been regretting my decision though as First buses are more regular, better for getting around town and (I think) cheaper; and it actually takes less time just to get a bus into town and a train to my mum’s rather than the Arriva bus. It’s more convenient if I’ve got a lot of stuff to take home though.

All of that’s beside the point: this morning the two Arriva buses that would get me to work went by my stop without stopping, despite me waving at both and practically running down the road chasing after the second one. There were a glut of First buses at the stop, more so than usual, but you’d think drivers would be aware to look out in case one of their customers with a pass for their network was waiting, wouldn’t you? I ended up having to pay for a First bus, which got stuck in the pre-work traffic making me ten minutes late this morning.

Drafting a strongly-worded letter of complaint will prove a fun distraction on the rest of my lunchbreak, I fear.

Last night Jay and I went to see Clerks II, a film I didn’t really have high hopes for especially after watching the first one again at the weekend. I tend to find Kevin Smith a bit hit and miss: his movies seem to keep getting dumber (Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back having no redeeming features at all…

…Well, maybe one…

…Anyway.)

I loved the original Clerks because it was based around two characters, what they talked about and very little else. Thankfully there are plenty of the geeky conversations I loved in the sequel too (well there is only one true trilogy!!), enough to ignore its dumber moments. Not the greatest film ever, but still definitely worth watching. It’s not going to break your heart or anything, at least.

And it’s really not worth staying for the whole of the credits, better waiting til the DVD comes out so you can playback slowly methinks.

Word from home is that we now have a landline, and our modem and stuff should be delivered later today. That is, if BT are not completely incompet… aw, hellz. I want, nay, need, to be able to listen to this. And to add those Stonehenge photos to my Stalking Ryan Adams folder… bless.