Thursday I went to Meadowhall for the first time ever. I was meant to be meeting up with my friend Alena but she had to cancel last minute so it ended up just being my sister and me. It wasn’t so bad. I bought a few things for Latitude including a pair of wellies as the long range forecast said it would rain. Sod’s law that when I get back the forecast looks nice and sunny and has done ever since. I also bought a pair of leggings that should bear the slogan, “for those times when you want to look like an 80s’ metal star”. What can I say? I fancied a change.

I also got to see Hancock, which isn’t a bad film overall but it definitely felt a bit rushed for me. It was only an hour and a half long, which means there could easily have been more time spent on character development, something I’d like to have seen in both the cases of Hancock and the missus. I don’t think I can fault it on its sense of humour though, probably cos it was dry and sarcastic, which always suits me to a T.

Friday I got a nice hat for Latitude with the should-be slogan, “for those times when you want to be a cowboy/cowgirl”. This works especially well with my boots and that checked blouse I have.

Also, we traipsed round a few pet shops and picked out a couple of new gerbils, named Vince and Ollie after hours of debate. We didn’t think Tim’s ideas of Sodom and Gomorrah were particularly suitable, sorry Tim. We also got them a nice new gerbilarium (a wire cage on top of a fish tank) thanks to pressure selling from the assistant though I’m not entirely sure how well she knew her stuff as she said they can jump 3ft in the air and I can safely say our previous one could barely manage a foot and a half. Still, they’re lovely and photos will probably follow at some stage. They’re still a bit too skittish at the moment for them to be subjected to a camera.

Saturday was nothing special. I thought about writing about Doctor Who to fill up the space for this day but I wasn’t overly impressed by it at all, especially the egocentric episode title. Sure, you’re meant to think it’s about Donna but let’s face it, it’s not is it? Let’s hope Moffat writes better finales as the last two have always had that cheap and nasty cop out in the final episode, which leave me with a bitter taste in my mouth about them. Mind you, I guess Rose staring into the heart of the TARDIS was a cop out too but I feel that that wasn’t so bad due to the funness of the story.

Today I coded up the gigs page on my site to run off of a database so that’ll automatically ignore any gigs from past times and had a nice user-friendly input box making the whole thing a lot easier on me in the long run. I didn’t think about actually having to add all the upcoming gigs to it today but that’s what I had to do, all 65 of them. What fun.