I recorded this podcast way later than I’d planned, and uploaded it even later still.. but here it is, dear listeners - better late than never eh?
Link: podcast28.mp3 (34:34, 15.8Mb)
In this week’s show:
- Shawn’s voicemail message
- Shawn’s leaving!
- The week in review
- The best feedback ever!
- What I do for a living
- Chris Moyles slagging off American Idol
- …and other random stuff, bits’n'pieces etc
That’s yer lot, I’m off to bed! Feedback here on the blog or via email to the address given in the show! :-)
Bit of an up and down weekend, partly sociable, partly not…
Friday: Skipped the gym (gasp!) and went for drinks with Antoine. His mate Bertrand (spelling?) had just arrived in town, here on sabbatical. Henry, the very English roommate, joined us, as did Dan who knows them through the house, he knew one of the girls who lived there previously, or something.. Good beer, good food, good vodka, good conversations. Left there around 11, they were heading off somewhere else and I decided to call it a night. Came home, vegged and chilled, then hit the sack.
Saturday: Got up late, vegged around, caught up on some emails and stuff on the net. Met Alyson for lunch and a bit of clothes shopping (for her, not me - I really have to be in the mood go clothes shopping for myself). Came home, vegged a bit, ordered pizza in.. debated going to the movies but ended up crashed out watching TV. Kinda mellow night, would have have preferred to have done something, but was half in the mood to keep myself to myself as well. Meh.
Sunday: The regular Sunday routine - get up, tuned in to Dance Anthems on Radio 1, phoned the parents. Met Brian and headed down to Granville Island for lunch. Went for a walkabout, checked out Future Shop, grabbed coffee, came home. Still felt a bit restless though, like I’d rather be outside than in. Ended up going to the movies to watch Firewall. Meh, average. IMDB currently rates it 6.0 out of 10 which is pretty much spot on what I’d give it. Some good parts, some total cheesy porn parts, and a few points where I wanted to smack Harrison Ford for being a) stupid or b) a bad actor. Came home, chilled, went to bed with clean sheets. Nice.
Bland and boring pedestrian entry eh? ;-)
