OK, now that's
out of my system.
"So, how do you like working at the Grant Museum?" I was asked yesterday.
I thought about this for not-long-at-all, before replying "it's like living in an episode of Spaced
, but not as funny." Admittedly I have Nicola Hoye
to thank for having Spaced
at the forefront of my mind, after she linked to this script to a Spaced short as penned by Simon Pegg
, but it was met with laughter anyway. I was relieved, because I'd recently come to the conclusion that there's probably no polite way to say to people
You know, if you two were fictional, I have friends who would totally be writing porn about you. Actually, you wouldn't have to be fictional.
I was asked this at a UCL Union bar, by people out celebrating the online launch of the Grant Museum's Catalogue
I was out with them because there'd been a fire alarm at 10 to 5 and we'd evacuated, only to find refuge in another UCL museum, whose staff were having an afterwork celebration of- something, and I had a plastic glass of wine left over which thanks to BoJo I couldn't take on the tube. So I took it to the Union and was sucked into conversation that covered Batman, BSG (and the horror of me not watching it), more Batman, why the X-men movies sucked, and why I should join this tabletop RP group.
Which was totally not how I expected to spend by Thursday evening. I'm not complaining though.