Having had a rather perturbed night, which I blame on falling asleep face down on my bed with all my clothes on, I awoke properly at midday and immediately reached for my laptop, only to discover that Google Chrome still wasn't working. I was annoyed, but well rested, so I calmly set about fixing the problem. I turned my computer off and on again (in true IT Crowd fashion) and tried uninstalling and re-installing the browser. But to no avail. I eventually admitted temporary defeat, Skyped my mum and then went to Piccadilly Circus to meet an old housemate of mine, Chrissie. The house in question was one in Plaistow where I lived for a month and a half, after I got back from Adelaide, and Chrissie lived there with her boyfriend, Rob. The landlord wasn't the nicest guy ever and a slightly bad tempered girl who refused to let anyone answer the door in case it was bailiffs had the room next to me, but I did do my first stand up comedy slots, attend a regular pub quiz and read a lot of (I would say worthy) books while I was there, and Rob and Chrissie did teach me how to play poker (as well as introducing me to Mortal Kombat), so I have fond memories.
After a lovely reunion lunch, which we had in The Coffee Bar (seriously the best place ever!) I returned home and set to the task of fixing Google Chrome with a vengeance, because the online world is just not as nice when viewed through Internet Explorer. After every other option had been exhausted, I finally admitted that I was going to have pay £28 for some instant message tech support. Google Chrome really is that important to me. The whole experience was quite exciting actually. The tech support guy had to take control of my computer so I ended up just staring at this mouse magically sorting everything out for me and then click on a word document and then letters appear explaining what was wrong. While all this was going on, Lucy was making a compilation video of last night's acts so bits of their songs kept drifting through to me. A recurring line was: 'I sit at my computer and I fart my brains out', which helped to make the whole experience even more surreal than it already was. Google Chrome did get fixed though so, at the end of the day, it was all fine.
Then I tidied and swept my room (I know, wow...), watched an episode of Sorority Girls, which does just keep getting better and better, and chatted to my dad and step mum on the phone, giving them an abridged version of the breaking down of gender stereotypes conversation. I've come to the conclusion that we are living in an incredible time right now as regards that kind of thing. I mean, we must be one of the only societies in the world ever (or in living memories anyway) where women can gain their own financial security through having a career as opposed to getting married. For the first time in years, women don't have to get married and men don't have to be the only ones bread winning. I think Britain (and probably most of the Western world) is going through a huge cultural change and it's very exciting. Although no wonder sex and relationships have become such a minefield! When there's no necessity anymore, there's a lot more room for feelings and heartbreak and embarrassment.
Anyway, on that note, bed time pour moi. I plan to fall asleep under the covers, with sparklingly clean teeth, and in my pyjamas!
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