In which Sam Tom might get out the front
Feb. 17th, 2009 10:46 pmLife drifts on at Lyle Towers. It is mostly fairly quiet, but I keep my mind occupied by doing a reasonable amount of translation work, tickling the plastic of the electronic home keyboard, and enjoying apéritif drinks. Mrs Lyle took me to Sidmouth the other day, where the charity shops yielded wondrous things, including a beautiful 100% fine wool cloth jacket for £5, with a white and raspberry pinstripe, and a tiny little plate decorated with pandas for only 25p.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be old enough to know better, but I shall probably persist in going out in search of amusement, despite last week's disappointing evening, which consisted of one drink in the King Billy before writing it off as a bad night and going home at ten to eat a strudel.
If there is anyone who is a) reading this and b) in the area tomorrow, Lucy and I plan to go to Lo-Fi Hi-Fi at the Cavern, if only to see what an Exeter electro night is really like. At least it will almost certainly be cheaper than London.
Lucy has given me a haircut as a birthday present. He did a lot of razoring into the bulk of the hair, which a lot of hairdressers avoid as it's "bad for the hair" (but hair's dead anyway, as soon as it grows out of your scalp!). The technique seems to work well for injecting a bit of volume and movement into fine hair like mine. He did a good job anyway. The overall look is a bit Johnny Rotten-esque, but with a bit more length at the front.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be old enough to know better, but I shall probably persist in going out in search of amusement, despite last week's disappointing evening, which consisted of one drink in the King Billy before writing it off as a bad night and going home at ten to eat a strudel.
If there is anyone who is a) reading this and b) in the area tomorrow, Lucy and I plan to go to Lo-Fi Hi-Fi at the Cavern, if only to see what an Exeter electro night is really like. At least it will almost certainly be cheaper than London.
Lucy has given me a haircut as a birthday present. He did a lot of razoring into the bulk of the hair, which a lot of hairdressers avoid as it's "bad for the hair" (but hair's dead anyway, as soon as it grows out of your scalp!). The technique seems to work well for injecting a bit of volume and movement into fine hair like mine. He did a good job anyway. The overall look is a bit Johnny Rotten-esque, but with a bit more length at the front.