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After working hard at work all day for my local council I had to live up to the stereotype and used any excuse to go over the road to the pub with my workmates, after a couple of pints of London Pride which I've really got into lately, I came home mucked about on the internet and saw on twitter that Robin Ince will be doing a programme about Bertrand Russell tomorrow night on BBC Radio 4.
After thanking him, for the info, I then proceeded to spend about 2 hours watching old archive videos of him on youtube. He's a fascinating guy and while already in his 80's during the 1950's he talks about many things that are still relevant to us all today. I did all this while enjoying a few bottles of beer bought from the local off-licence, and while going downstairs to re-supply myself I saw my sister had arrived home from work and was getting some lasagne from the oven to feed herself after being on her feet all day, after exchanging pleasantries and mutual anticipation to Sherlock this weekend, I turned off the lights when leaving the room. It's an incredibly childish sense of humour with which I burst into giggles after turning the lights back on and seeing her face but I can't help myself.
I also shut the door behind her when she's putting out the rubbish. I let her back in almost instantly but it never stops being hilarious. For me at least.
After thanking him, for the info, I then proceeded to spend about 2 hours watching old archive videos of him on youtube. He's a fascinating guy and while already in his 80's during the 1950's he talks about many things that are still relevant to us all today. I did all this while enjoying a few bottles of beer bought from the local off-licence, and while going downstairs to re-supply myself I saw my sister had arrived home from work and was getting some lasagne from the oven to feed herself after being on her feet all day, after exchanging pleasantries and mutual anticipation to Sherlock this weekend, I turned off the lights when leaving the room. It's an incredibly childish sense of humour with which I burst into giggles after turning the lights back on and seeing her face but I can't help myself.
I also shut the door behind her when she's putting out the rubbish. I let her back in almost instantly but it never stops being hilarious. For me at least.
