My father is watching rugby. His commentary can be compared, roughly, to me trying to play a video game I dearly love, but suck at.

Translation: This shit is bananas.

It was very warm today. The train out here was filthy, as in 'coated with filth'. I like visiting Dad's place because I never expect to get anything done here, so I really can just chill out on the couch without feeling hideous about it. XD If I manage something? So much the better.

In kind of a Conductor mood, but I blame that on seeing Cillian Murphy earlier in... something. He has very blue eyes and the soft, puppyish look that I associate with Chaz when he's not around his flat.

Also: you know you have reached a decent state of finances when your father inquires about the possibility of borrowing money from you. XD