| Current mood: |  pensive |
| Current music: | Duckworth Lewis Method - The Nightwatchman |
It's been a while. [/Hermes from Futurama]
Last month I went to a colleague's annual bouncy castle party (it'd take too long to explain, and Torchwood is on in less than fifteen minutes). I wore one of my favourite T-shirts, the one which features the Nerina Pallot lyric "Everybody's Gone To War". Now, this colleague has a couple of teenage daughters, and as it's an open-to-all-type party, both daughters had got some mates over.
The elder daughter came up to me about two hours after my arrival and asked about my T-shirt. I explained it was a song lyric, and she said, "Oh, we thought the only reason you'd be wearing a T-shirt like that is if you'd been to Iraq." I didn't choke on my hot dog (steady now).
Anyway, it got me pensive.
DIGRESSION ALERT: When I pick "pensive" as my Current Mood here in Blurtsville, it picks a negative-looking picture to accompany it. I don't feel pensive is negative at all; it's like one step up from thoughtful for me.
I decided to lend her the album, through the medium of her mother - my colleague, y'see. The report came back a couple of days later that the daughter loved it. "Excellent," I thought, and promptly thought nothing more of it.
Until a fortnight or so later, when the colleague came back and said that her daughter wanted me to provide a sample of my music collection, so she could see if there were any other gems in there. Gulp. I spent some time a few days ago loading up my lovely and handy HMV CD wallet with 24 of my finest hand-picked compact discs. That's where it's at at the moment; the music is in the daughter's hands, for approval or otherwise.
I feel slightly weird about it. I feel that a person's taste in music is an incredibly personal thing, so I'm hoping for a good 'approval rate', I suppose. I mean, it would be totally odd if she liked everything I'd handed over, but I'm hoping for maybe eight to ten being acceptable to her. It's all a little bizarre.
Anyway, must dash. Torchwood starts in a mere three minutes! I have to wonder something at this stage, though. Torchwood was the title the production team gave early new Doctor Who programmes in the production stage to fake out people at the BBC. Now, Torchwood itself has gotten pretty big... so what do they use to fake people out for that?
I'm betting on a short-lived educational series called How Cod Rot.
Well, see if you can do any better! ;-P
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