ben and the bullies

motherfucker. woke up this morning with right eye swollen shut and left eye going the same way. i look like i've been punched in both eyes.


dr gave me some ointment. was waiting in pharmacist's for ages, and randomly started talking to some woman who has the same bday as me. and ellen freeth's dad (girl i went to primary school with) was in there as well. it took me about five minutes to work up the courage to ask if he was her dad (i knew he would be, cause he told the chemist his name when he walked in to pick up something). it's very strange. he's still in broadcasting, and remembered the film we'd all made in year 6 "Ben and the Bullies" - where ben tate was the new kid who got bullied at school. i remember being the one who did the slate and everything. lots of fun. and then they showed the video on a continuous loop at the parents' evening a few weeks later.


by some strange postal miracle, my shit from amazon turned up today (only ordered on monday at about midnight) so, despite the fact i couldn't keep my eyes open properly, i hid in the living room away from the builders and watched some 'spaced' (series one) episodes. then repo man (what a film). then fell back asleep again. ah me, the life of being ill.


the most annoying part though is that it was the film screening tonight of the film i helped out on back in feb, the LFS one 'Virus Meridien' (what a gay title). i kinda wanted to see it, see how it turned out. tres irritant. there was really no point in going though. wouldn't have been able to see my way there, or see the screen, and i probably would have grossed people out with the way my eyes are at the minute.