Friday, February 03, 2006
'tis Friday night and predictably enough, I'm not getting myself passing-out drunk or engaging in the usual college Friday night traditions. I
did do more socialising than usual today: finally hosted a male friend in my room (oh yes, please do ask if I'm finally getting a love life), spent an hour in the company of people whose conversation contained American cultural allusions about which I had absolutely no clue, so I practised my smile/ nod/ inane comment routine, while cultivating my sociable-nerd-with-eccentric-sense-of-humour image.
Because I've been a terrible bum lately, (My roommate actually told me, at 3am in the morning for freak's sake, that I wasn't being 'productive' enough because I was divvying up my late night studying time between chatting and actual work. I vigorously denied it, of course, but she had a point.) I resolved to devote the rest of my Friday night to no-life penitence and organic chemistry. But a 1979 BBC miniseries changed my plans. I am completely in love with
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - read the book more than a year ago, fell into a black depression at the end, and promptly became obsessed. Seeing the BBC adaptation is a miraculous experience - all the right character touches and the satisfying little details. And of course, Sir Alec Guinness as George Smiley. The dry, ironic and scrumptious Brit humour.
Perfect diversion on a Friday night, wouldn't you say?
By the way, the guy who came to my room? He is gay.
Come on, you
had to see that coming.
words were spilled on Friday, February 03, 2006
