Housewarming is on the 19th; which on the one hand seems a long way away – until you realise I’m still attempting to plumb in the radiator (would be easier if the crappy (but very expensive) blowtorch actually worked upsidedown – I remember my dad’s old one would sputter a bit, but carried on going. This one just sputters and expires; it doesn’t matter how long you let it warm up for. In this case it’s meant that one of the joints I made I’ve overcooked it, because I took lots of attempts to get it hot – and now I’m going to have to go and buy some solder and re-seal the Yorkshire joint with solder. *Sigh*.
Still, at least I still seem to be able to plumb, although I did destroy two joints and a good couple of feet of pipe in the process of practicing. And then; THEN; I discovered that the joist I’d selected to run the hot water pipes against for the radiator? It’s got a gas pipe on it. Fuck. Cue the most hideous doublebend-nastyness in the history of my heating system. I’m really quite scared doing this, because it’s all going to be under the floor; so I won’t really easily be able to fix it. I keep staring at the joints and going ‘are they good enough’. Ironically I think the hideous double bend cludge is probably one of the best joints.
But none of this truly explains the sheer extent of the tired. No, the reason is I went out clubbing last night. I went to Heaven (irritating music playing website; just so as you know) – with Karsten, a lass from work. Heaven is GLBT* friendly on friday nights which is kinda what I need. Ideally I need an entirely lesbian nightclub; that would be good; because, quite frankly, I got hit on a lot last night… by blokes. Straight blokes who thought I was cute. ARGH! Then one informed me that they thought that Karsten was my girlfriend. ARGH!
Then Karsten informed me that I looked intimidating; how can I be intimidating?! I singularly and spectacularly failed to meet anyone cute; I did for the first time in my life summon the courage (most of it, to be fair, dutch) to talk to one lass; who was spectacularly uninterested; although she didn’t really register as lesbian, and I found out from one of her friends that she was there as part of a work gang with their gay colleague, so I’m not sure…
I also re-realised that my hearing is *terrible*. It’s actually ‘okay’ for most normal things, but I can’t distinguish voices at all when there’s a lot of background noise; and I seemed to spend much of the evening going ‘what?’ to Karsten and the various blokes who suddenly decided to descend on me *sighs*.
Still, I danced the night away and drunk a mere 6ish units. Cost a bloody fortune though; Taxi, train, underground, club, drinks, nightbus, new train ticket (why don’t they do a ‘clubbing’ ticket that runs ’til, say 8 am – because singles cost so fracking much. Mind you; no one actually checked my ticket) and another Taxi. Oh, and half a day of sleeping.
I also discovered that they shut the toilets in Paddington station overnight; hence me cursing everything about British Rail as I desperately wandered around the station dying for a wee… Heh.
I had an excellent time though, and shall be repeating the experience.
Oh, I also started laying the floor today. Mostly because I can’t finish the plumbing until some of it is laid… :-/
So tired…
