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Grumph, who stole the damn weekend while I wasn't looking? I was supposed to do several more or less important jobs this weekend (like get my coursework up to date), all of which I failed in one way or another. So now, I'm gonna be running to catch up tomorrow. Argh.
Friday night, I went back to Worthing to watch my brother and his band play a short set as part of a musical event. They were really rather good, even if I say so myself (although not helped by the poor quality amps and PA they were forced to use). All but one original songs, cohesively played and well written. Five other bands followed, but it was pretty much universally agreed that they were the best of the lot. So much so that the organisers have bumped their status in the next gig from supporting-the-supporting-act to headlining. Now, they just have to choose a flipping name!
Saturday, the world came crashing in on me and I didn't wake up till about 1300. Archery started at 1600 (moved from 1500 this week), and we decided to catch a bus. Big mistake: the service was all fouled up and we were thirty minutes late. When we did get there, random cheers were going off from the frisbee team on the balcony, totally wrecking everybody's concentration and thus their aim. Sigh.
Sunday I woke up late again and had a meal with my father and his new wife. Not a bad meal, although conversation was a little ... forced now and then. This and other minor but important events managed to consume my entire day, meaning that I now have a great deal of stuff to do and not so much time to do it in (including job-hunting and Christmas shopping).
BTW, just in case anyone feels like buying me a Christmas present, I've posted a brief list at this address. Ideas for those that want them, feel free to ignore.