Who's got the skills? The skills are mine! Skills blatantly! Superior to thine!

Wednesday:

Well, what do you know? GCSE Music had its uses after all! A man phoned me today, asking if I knew any books that would serve as good general introduction to music for a twelve year old boy, and thanks to this move, I did! I felt all cool and special!

Thursday:

Well, what do you know? Years of listening religiously to the Top 40 had its uses after all! Someone phoned today, asking if they knew who did a song that went, "Do do do! Do do do!" and I immediately recognised it as "Bittersweet Symphony". I felt all cool and special!

Nonetheless, I don't think this is reason enough to forego my preference for death metal recommence this practice.

Friday:

Well, what do you know? I finally have my birthday present from my parents! (My birthday was on 11th August.) Tragically, I didn't receive my twenty first birthday present until 1st November that year. More tragically still, my twenty first birthday present was a synthesizer, and this one was a guitar (in "gothic black" at that! But fear not, I'm not going totally mack bletal, my plectra are pink!) And we, you know, own a musical instrument shop.

I also, theoretically, have a working digital camera again! I lost my cable in, erm, October 2000, and, on realising I was never going to be able to get another one, I bought a USB card reader in, erm, September 2002, and it's taken me until, erm, now to get a card that'll work with it. (I really really hate administrata. I'm only really writing this to delay having to buy my Black Celebration ticket and phone the hostel in Aberystwyth where I'm spending tomorrow night.)

So, beware! There's no stopping my creative revolution now! I'm on a roll anyway (my computer game(s) came on in leaps and bounds last night and this morning) and now even my once-prohibitive lack of computing power is soon to become a thing of the past, as I've got the cash and the Noj finding me a machine good enough to make decent music and animations with.

Sadly, it's also going to be good enough to do Certain Other Things with, so maybe my creative revolution will have to be limited to designing funky Sims houses for a bit.


Later

Argh! Sheet! I have set off for a wedding at 7am tomorrow! What on earth do I wear to a wedding? A Catholic wedding? A Catholic wedding in wet windy Aberystwyth, where I'm bound to get more lost than evil shoes of dume will allow! I had smart clothes . . . once . . . but that was when I was a large size fourteen! I'm now a small size twelve and nothing fits! And do I own any jewellery that's neither plastic nor semi-occult? Yeah right!

Ok. Ok. Mission accomplished. Sort of. I'm wearing my most sophisticated pair of uberboots. No springs, no New Rock logos, no metal reinforced soles, just platforms, and the buckles are mostly hidden by my long purple velvet skirt. That's got laced sides, but I'm wearing black lycra leggings underneath (ooh, classy), as they look slightly sleeker looking than my trusty purple-and-black stripy tights or two pairs of school tights.

On top: I was going to to wear a black shirt, but then it looked like I was going to a funeral. My next choice was a red shirt, but much as I love purple and red together (as you can tell from my livejournal), Mum, who should be rights be glad of my wearing a bit of colour for once, shielded her eyes and went, "Argh, don't you have anything else purple?" So I'm cutting the few remaining mirrors off my purple tie-dyed top and wearing that. But argh! Too much purple! I look like a royalist or something! At least my landlady in Australia gave me a black suit jacket, which is both relatively warm, and, more to the point, not purple. And Mum was able to lend me a not silver but not really gold either chain.

Now calm down, Zed. It's only for one day. Teresa and Tim will be impressed by your effort. Their relatives probably won't hate you too much. Any goths they may invite will still know you as one of theirs. It's only for one day . . .

ARGH! No! Just remembered! Say it ain't so! They're going to have a *shudder* *cold sweat* disco! And I'll have to look like I'm enjoying myself! And I have to sit on a flipping train for six hours and then in a church for one and a half! Honoured and pleased as I am to be invited to see my dear friends joined in holy matrimony, and glad as I am of the opportunity to see many of my beloved classmates once more, Teresa had better look stunning, the speeches had better to be hysterical, they'd better appreciate my totally inspired wedding present (money) and I'd better meet the man of my dreams at the reception!

Welsh accents. Think of the Welsh accents. Yes.