This morning I went into town where I actually had a great time. I bought an awesome leather chair at the Heart Foundation Furniture Shop for my room in our new house. It is truly the most awesome chair ever created. It's one of those old leather gothic throne types, and the deep red, fading to black leather has been worn over its apparent many years, making it cracked for most of the surface, to me adding to its charm. I love my new chair. I LOVE IT!
Moving on, I found the high street to be filled with market stalls dishing out various wares, and I had an unusually upbeat walk along the high street; with all the sights, smells and sounds of the market with loads of people milling around, and a general happy atmosphere it actually made me really pleased to be in Inverness; a very rare feeling.
I then headed off to my first Driving Lesson. I was doing it around town which turned out to be very daunting as while the majority of it was around the suburbs along Cauldean direction, the final part of the lesson consisted of me driving along Academy Street amidst crazy gridlock of people getting to Rockness. All in all the lesson went pretty well I think, and the title only relates to the first junction I grappled with; I actually stalled very few times in the hour and a half lesson. All I really need is to get more comfortable with actually being in control of a car and then the timing and technique of the clutch control and such will fall into place. It definitely beats sitting around for potentially non-existent buses.
Upon heading back to the High Street I went to the crêpe stall, where some sort of neddish female was clearly distraught at the confusion in the offered delicacies. "That's a pancake!" she hollered in a truly Invernesian high-pitched accent. The exasperated "crêpeierre" as I shall call him (a word I just made up) honestly replied "No; it's a crêpe." This angered the troglodyte, perhaps because it forced her to gain insight into something new; a concept truly inconsiderable. She retorted, clearly insulted "What the FUCK is a crêpe!?". I was brought back to earth in my opinion of Inverness by this and continued my day with a less optimistic view of my surroundings.
This evening I saw the World Cup Opening Ceremony which was nice. It's difficult to say any more than that really; there was nothing amazing about it, it was just nice. I did like the symbology of the fact that human life started in Africa before spreading across the world, and now the human world are "returning home" as they put it. That was really cool. Other than that, R Kelly's song was good, only his performance was pretty pointless because he clearly had a live autotune meaning he could well have been speaking into the microphone for all we know.
It has been an excellent day, I met some awesome people who I didn't mention because I personally feel uncomfortable mentioning people I don't know very well. I'm not at all upset about not being at Rockness because I think I'm having a better time than I would be if I were there. Tomorrow looks like it'll be good as after work I'm going around town with Catriona, Florence, Pauline and Danny.
Song of the day is a bit depressing based on the lyrics, but it's actually really relaxing to listen to and I like it a lot. Keane's first album is one of my favourite albums, and it's a shame that Under the Iron sea and Perfect Symmetry didn't even touch it.
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