I spent 9 hours in Dorset yesterday, with some people who claim to be related to me (sister and cousin) making a tribute to our all time favourite film - Nuts in May: Reloaded
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074988/
The highlight of my weekend had to be drawing on a fake moustache and then doing star jumps at the side of the road. All in the name of art. Also filming my cousin screaming a speech about sedimentary limestone in front of a group of confused Japanese tourists. We wanted to film the final scene in front of the Cerne Abbas man, unfortunately, when we got there, the place was full of plodding pensioners. One couple stood in front of it for fifteen minutes, whilst we glared at them from the car window and willed them to leave. I think they thought we were going to mug them. I was expecting them to set up two picnic chairs and have a nice cup of tea in beside the man with the giant willy, but they eventually left, no doubt to report us to the police.
The side effects of the tablets are making themselves known, I feel like I have a permanent hangover. I'm trying peppermint tea to ease the pain, so at least I don't have to worry about onion breath.
My new flatmate. He's from South Africa, and something of a bible basher. Not that I had a problem with this, until he started holding prayer meetings in the lounge, and gave my sister a ten minute lecture on demon possession when she mentioned she was going ghost hunting with some friends. Also, if I leave anything donwstairs, from a hair pin to an envelope, I come back to find it all neatly laid out in my room. I spent last year living with a girl who rose at approximately 8.12am every Saturday to do her washing, whites first then colours, and kept chocolate in her room to be looked at, not touched. It seems this is my destiny, I'll probably end up married to a vicar, ironing his hankies on a Saturday night.