Played "Trivial Pursuit" on Saturday evening round at the abode of one Steven Paul Allen. He was there along with Tash Cox and Nick Scott. I had never played "Trivial Pursuit" before, so it was nice to get my "Triv" on. I didn't do too badly, all things considered. By the time we came to finish up, I had accumulated 4 slices of various coloured cheeses. I think the two I didn't obtain were the blue (Geography) and the brown (Art & Literature). I was fairly unlucky not to get my cheese questions, seeing as how I was doing so well in answering the run of the mill Q's.
My personal preference is the pink questions. It's all about Entertainment, see? I was pretty hot at this category, and it showed. Everyone was commenting on my adept knowledge of most things entertainment based. I also went above and beyond the call of duty when asked what the name of a chemical was that came to prominence in San Francisco in the 60's. I answered with the following: "LSD which stands for Lysergic Acid Diethylamide. This astounded my contemporaries and earned me the "Photographic Memory" title. I also remembered the answers for every question asked on that fateful night.
Whilst we engaged in the "Triv" I ingested a couple of cans of Carlsberg Export. It was just ok, nothing to write home about. It's just lager really. Steve poured me a drab of Talisker, which was very mellow and warm. Lovely bee.
Once the game had been rained off due to lack of composure from some of the constituents, we sat down to watch "Death At A Funeral", which I found to be very bloody funny indeed. A nice little correlation was found in one of the characters who had taken a really strong tablet containing Lysergic Acid Diethylamide. Half of one of these tablets will "Blow your head off", according to Kris Marshall's character: Troy. Unfortunately for Simon Smith, he took a whole one, believing it to be a Valium. Much hilarity ensued. I recommend this film. I will give it a 9 out of 10. The missing point is the fact that it was not long enough and didn't have enough Ninjas or Pirates. In fact it had no Ninjas or Pirates. What a McShame.
I got a cab back from Redhill station at 3am. It was busy, man. Loads of clubbers descended on the taxi ranks of Redhill and made a general nuisance of themselves. There was one guy who I chatted to who was quite alright. He kept asking me if I was going to Horley, then would ask how much it normally costs me to get to Godstone. I kept telling him that I was going to Reigate and he would apologise and say "Yeah, Reigate". Then he would ask me how much it normally costs me to get to Godstone. He got stuck in a loop, you see. That's just what alcohol is capable of.
Where possible I like to use the "end of terrace" cubicle in the work facilities. This negates the risk of being caught in the middle of two dumpers. I don't care for the stereo effect resulting from having to occupy the "sandwich filling" cubicle.
