Somewhere That's Green - Fri May 15

For some reason I thought that being “on holiday” this week would allow me to get caught up with all the stuff I need to catch up with: Blogs, Poetry, YouTube Films etc. Hasn’t really worked out that way yet – but hey, there’s still time!

Tuesday night the paucity of opposition at Pub Quiz Night has dwindled so much they almost had to pay us to play – and even then it was against an opposition team made up of the on-duty Bar Staff. Seriously, if you know a Pub Quiz Team who want to make a few bob of a Tuesday night, send them along. Though not if they’re too clever, eh? Ta.

You might want to skip these next two paragraphs if you are, like me, very squeamish - or at work! - but there’s a certain group of mates I have who know far more about Internet Cultcha and the Ways Of The WWW than me*, and in long Pub Conversation with them on Wednesday afternoon I discovered all about something which was apparently a “Web Phenomenon” a couple of years ago, called 2 Girls 1 Cup. I’m not going to direct link to it. You almost certainly would rather not see it. Seriously. (shudders) But while running very fast in the opposite direction covering my eyes, I also discovered the very amusing cottage industry in terms of Reaction Footage.

Best of all Reaction videos might just be Kermit’s. That’s pretty much how it was for me too. Um... except the last bit. Still, like those same Internet mates of mine, Rowlf’s not that bothered. And at least Kermit has the good grace to acknowledge his reaction was not necessarily what Jim Henson might have envisaged.

While we’re here, and in case you’ve never seen it before – this old friend is simultaneously one of the greatest and most horrific things the Internet has ever been host to. It is the best of worlds, it is the worst of worlds.

And on Facebook I am asked to do a quiz to work out which Milton Keynes estate I am. Turns out I’m Bancroft, because I contain Roman ruins but I’m still quite handy for Tesco’s. Fair enough.

Thursday night we go to the Theatre for the second part of my long-drawn-out Birthday Celebrations: “Little Shop Of Horrors” is in town! As my favourite ever stage musical - not to mention my sixth favourite film of all time – it’s always a treat, especially cos even though I’ve seen it on stage before I always forget the different ending is coming! And Grahame had never seen it before, so treats all round!

It was a pretty good version – though as I opined in the pub afterwards, I love the darn thing so damn much anyway that I would probably have enjoyed even an appalling rendition of it. Damian Humbley (apparently!) was excellent as Seymour (even if he was clearly channelling the squinty eyed dude from “Third Rock From The Sun”) and whatsherface from “Two Point Four Children” was great too. And even though his accent and characterisation wandered over hill and dale, nice to see a Real Live Dr Who (Sylv McCoy) on stage in the flesh too.

A couple of hours previously I’d been on One Of My Walks, round Furzton Lake. Although we British Rambled round it last year, I think we’d somehow missed the Triple Starhead up on the highest point. As I staggered up to have a look, I discovered someone had written “Carp Fishing” on one of the stars’ tails. Fitting for the location, of course, but hardly the most inspiring graffiti I’ve seen in my travels…

Okay. And on again. Don’t Feed The Plants.

* Actually it’s most of them.