Parrot

Went to the park a while back. I took way more pictures that I shall remember to post soon-ish, but I figured this one deserved its own post, since it's now one of my favourite pictures that I ever took.

Also, cross fingers for me, I'm still waiting to hear back about a job in a sex shop, that should give me some writing fodder.

Maaaaacrooooo

I did mention I'm in love with the macro setting on my camera, right? 

Like really, really in love. 

Look how pretty:

Moved

So...I moved a few weeks ago. I could fill pages with how the cretins that run our former letting agency tried to screw us over(one story: to take the garbage out, we had to walk to the other side of the building, go down to the garage, then use a keypad to get out again. The jackasses changed the lock and didn't give us the new code, which would have led to me being locked in there if I hadn't had my phone on me by a fluke). No, I'm not bitter, why?

Bottom lime is: we've moved, our new agency is brilliant so far(love, guys, love) and our new flat, while smaller, is still very, very awesome. 

And the entire point of this post is for me to complain about how the heck can people acquire as much stuff as we did? This is for 3 people, keep that in mind.

It also does not include kitchen stuff, furniture, duvets, electronics. That was the pile of clothes/books/shoes/random small crap. 

Some of the kitchen crap:

I know, it doesn't look that bad. However, it took us about...8 hours to be sort of but not fully done moving everything. Which led to me pushing our hoover down the street a few days after because there was no way I was paying a fiver for a 10 minute walk. 

However, at the end of the day, the view may just make everything worth it:

Coffee

While out with the Haribo Husband^TM yesterday, we stopped for coffee. And since I am in love with the macro setting on my phone, here's the result.

I may even learn how to use aforementioned setting one day. 

And in the funny section, which you've already read if you're following me on Twitter, there was the blonde young lady looking at her significant other with a bored look on her face while whining.

"Why do you need the new Xbox? You already have one!" 

I valiantly resisted the urge to go all feminist rage on her.

I also saw the greatest sign, of which I didn't take a picture because it was in front of a charity shop and I was lazy. But they were asking for clothe's donations.

*facepalm*

Book nerd

You know when you realize you have problems?

When, after you've just managed to pack all your books for yet another move in one(almost construable as tiny, may I say-albeit, stuffed to previously unknown levels) bag and you show said bag to a flatmate, she lovingly looks at you and asks if that's all.

Because then you have to admit that, you know there are the books that are in the other bag and the three you have in the backpack, just in case there's a lull in your moving process and oh, yeah, the ones that you're leaving for the bag that you still haven't packed and where the heck did all these books come from in less than two years, because you swear you only brought 3 with you when you moved here.

Oh, well, one's a library book.

Snooker

Went to Sheffield last night for the World Snooker Championship. Had a fabulous time, Sheffield is very pretty, had a chance to test out the camera of the new phone(not very pleased with the pictures, but I haven't spent a lot of time tweaking with the setting yet).

Oh, and saw Steve Davis play. Did I mention I love Steve Davis? He's awesome. This is the 30th year he's played in the World Championship and it was incredible watching him play. Game was good, almost saw a century break from Mark King(missed a black when he was at 94 points), also got to see Mark Williams and Marcus Campbell who were playing the other table and Ken Doherty who was there to give an interview, from what I could tell.

In one word though? Fabulous.

Pictures next(clicks make 'em bigger. Please note the awesome 8MP resolution on the camera, mkay?):

Random from around town:

Stage entrance. No, I did not stalk it. Yes, I wanted to.

Cue Zone. Nothing going on when we were there, sadly. 

The actual entrance to the Crucible!

The trophies for the 5 main championships in a season.

Awesome seats, right? 

The ceiling was awesome.

And a goodnight to all. 

Goodbye

This time, the bartender won't be coming to open the door while we stupidly wait outside because it's too early and we don't want to be home.

Goodbye, old friend. I'll miss you.

*I realize that this post won't mean anything to anyone who reads this, with maybe one exception. But to many of us, it's the end of an era.