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Tea, dammit!
Jul. 8th, 2005 10:50 amI'm enjoying watching everyone wake up. It's as if we all stopped crying overnight and are now ready to go out, go to work, make black jokes and kick arse. My mother and her friends rang up the GMC in London yesterday, made sure their exams were still happening and immediately went back to revision. LJ is full of people going to work by Tube, and quoting each other about drinking tea.
My favourite quote so far:
"It's hard to panic the British. They've dealt with the Blitz, the IRA, the Silurians, the Zarbi, the Daleks, the Cybermen..."
So true. Also, something which I commented on last night: "The BBC paused news coverage to show Eastenders. That'd be the nationwide fear, terror and panic, then."
There was one shot on the news yesterday that I thought summed it up, really. The camera was just running, I think, not trying to catch anything in particular, outside one of the Tube stations, and you could see a man on his mobile. Halfway throught the conversation he faltered and started to cry silently. A policewoman appeared, took the phone out of his hands, said something reassuring to the person on the other end and switched it off, before putting an arm around him and leading him out of shot. I would be willing to bet she took him for a cup of tea.
I eventually switched the television off at about six o'clock last night - saturated with coverage - and waited around for Colleen. She passed her driving test yesterday afternoon, and wanted to go on a long roadtrip round Lancashire to celebrate it. So I left a note for my mother - Colleen passed driving test! Gone to celebrate, back later - which she later said was by far the most terrifying event of the day, and ran out to where Colleen and Starbug were waiting. She's actually a very confident driver, and took me round and about as far as Winstanley. It was surreal, but fun. She and Clare have now gone to the Planet of the Daleks, which is actually a Greek island called Skiathos, but should be the Planet of the Daleks, with a promise to bring me back a baby Kaled.
In the meantime, I'm at a loose end. I'm planning to take my theory test next week, which should be a whole bunch of fun, and I'm going to London on Tuesday night. My mother is taking an important exam and is very nervous; she wants me to go for moral support. The slightly galling thing is that I wanted to go with Hannah to London on Thursday, but we decided not to 'cause we'd left it too late and the tickets were much too expensive. Now my mother is nervous enough to pay whatever's asked for the tickets.
Sigh. My life is boring at present. Peaceful, but boring. I'm going to work, I think.
My favourite quote so far:
"It's hard to panic the British. They've dealt with the Blitz, the IRA, the Silurians, the Zarbi, the Daleks, the Cybermen..."
So true. Also, something which I commented on last night: "The BBC paused news coverage to show Eastenders. That'd be the nationwide fear, terror and panic, then."
There was one shot on the news yesterday that I thought summed it up, really. The camera was just running, I think, not trying to catch anything in particular, outside one of the Tube stations, and you could see a man on his mobile. Halfway throught the conversation he faltered and started to cry silently. A policewoman appeared, took the phone out of his hands, said something reassuring to the person on the other end and switched it off, before putting an arm around him and leading him out of shot. I would be willing to bet she took him for a cup of tea.
I eventually switched the television off at about six o'clock last night - saturated with coverage - and waited around for Colleen. She passed her driving test yesterday afternoon, and wanted to go on a long roadtrip round Lancashire to celebrate it. So I left a note for my mother - Colleen passed driving test! Gone to celebrate, back later - which she later said was by far the most terrifying event of the day, and ran out to where Colleen and Starbug were waiting. She's actually a very confident driver, and took me round and about as far as Winstanley. It was surreal, but fun. She and Clare have now gone to the Planet of the Daleks, which is actually a Greek island called Skiathos, but should be the Planet of the Daleks, with a promise to bring me back a baby Kaled.
In the meantime, I'm at a loose end. I'm planning to take my theory test next week, which should be a whole bunch of fun, and I'm going to London on Tuesday night. My mother is taking an important exam and is very nervous; she wants me to go for moral support. The slightly galling thing is that I wanted to go with Hannah to London on Thursday, but we decided not to 'cause we'd left it too late and the tickets were much too expensive. Now my mother is nervous enough to pay whatever's asked for the tickets.
Sigh. My life is boring at present. Peaceful, but boring. I'm going to work, I think.
