Yesterday my dad and i visited the RAF museum in Hendon. It was cool and also free, which we weren’t expecting. We didn’t get to check out the Battle of Britain section, which was in a separate giant building, because it was getting late and my dad’s insides started making alarming noises (seriously, it appears to be a normal part of the craziness going on with his intestines, but you don’t expect to hear nureek, squeelookle and rutunga outside of Red Dwarf, let alone emanating from someone’s stomach).
Saw many many planes. Some of which were bigger than I expected. I mean, logically yeah, planes are generally huge and especially ones that carry bombs to completely own dams, power stations and the like. Usually though, they’re on tv or actually flying and therefore look tiny and you have no real perspective on how big something is.
Also, the plane are very dusty. Though it’s not like you can send someone up to ponce about on a wing with a feather duster I guess.
Today, I redyed my hair to try and deal with the bit at the front that was bleached and permanent dye washes out of. Can’t tell if it’s worked yet because there are no mirrors in my room.
What else? Hmm. There was something, but I can’t remember now.
Oh wait. Yeah. I have 4 Vox invites if anyone still doesn’t have an account and wants one.
I am starting to get excited about seeing AFI. In like.. 5 weeks. Heh.
Originally from her divine shadow on September 1, 2006, 11:41am