Kit Kats and Ninjas

We've had a busy couple of weeks, but our essays were handed in yesterday, so we're having a couple of days off. Raine also got an essay back, she got a 70: a first!:-D

We've got a new car, a Fiat Cinquecento Sporting. It was an absolute bargain from Ebay. Average price is £1000 or more, we got it for £380. It clearly belonged to a boy racer - it has red seatbelts, a big exhaust, and a sporty steering wheel and gearstick. We decided, after a mini, we had to go silly - so we're two hippies, the dreadlocked driver keeping to the speed limit, and banging out folk and alt rock tunes on the flashy stereo. Chris says it looks like a Kit Kat chunky, by virtue of it being red and boxy. I have emailed Nestle, I want them to sponsor me to get Kit Kat painted down the side! I realise they're probably going to say no, but hey, think of the amusement if they agree.

We took a break and went on a good old fashioned date last week. I planned a surprise, magical mystery night. I booked us a table at the local Tapanyaki restaurant (Japanese restaurant, where they cook on a hot plate in front of you). We had two wonderful meals: sea bass and chicken. Inspired by the scrummy sea bass I am determined to learn more fish dishes. I know a few, but nowhere near enough. After the meal we went to see the very disappointing 'I Am Legend'. We drowned our movie related sorrows in Revolution (Vodka bar). We shared 7 shots, all wild and wonderful - from palma violet and toffee apple to chilli and porridge.

Our roof's developed a leak. We were awoken to dripping last week. I've become re-addicted to Richard Shindell, because it made me hum 'Money for Floods'...if it grows into a hole I can sing 'Calling The Moon'. It should be fixed tomorrow, a surveyor is coming to check it out, hopefully they won't suggest that the whole roof needs replacing.

Yesterday I went to Borders and spent my Christmas vouchers on three books. Haruki Murakami's 'Underground'. I've wanted to read this for a while - I love Murakami (author of 'Norwegian Wood'), and this book's about Aum Shinrikyo's subway attacks, which I studied in detail last year. The other two were random choices, both by Turkish author Orhan Pamuk. One's about the return of a poet in exile to Istanbul, the other's about a University student who abandons their everyday life because of a book they've just read.

I received an Email from Manchester University's film society today. A film company is asking for people to read a script, and come to discuss it in a focus group. I've sent an email to the company asking to take part, I'm hoping I got in there in time.