Then we drove into Newport, where I found a WHSmith and was excited to find the publication that I'd contributed to back in August. Seeing my name in the contributor section, with the words I'd so hurriedly whacked together in various Starbuckses, in a magazine on a rack in the Isle of Wight, was a bit surreal. Still, I bought it.
Then, in the spirit of entertainment, we went into a hardware shop and I was lost in the world of possibilities that surround the purchase of some good woodscrews. I chose my screws based on the fact that I genuinely needed to complete some projects I started a couple of days previous, and the fact that I love Spax screws. Mmm Spax.
The weekend promised to be a weekend of joy with this Isle of Wight based friend of mine. Buying the right screws in a hardware shop was most definitely joyous.
Then we went back to hers and started writing a comedy song together. How much more joyous do you need!?
After some song writing, we went out for dinner - chinese food - I like chinese food - and coffee at a cafe/bar. Some friends of my friend were standing outside the window randomly and were soon beckoned in to join us. With our minds on the clock, and the 10.30 ferry we were booked on for the following morning, we scooted at around closing time.
Back at the house, we holed ourselves up in the conservatory and recorded the song we'd written. The conservatory wasn't the best room for the acoustics, but it was the most remote room in the house and we didn't want to wake people up. Arguably, spending the wee hours recording a song, rather than sleeping, was probably not the most perfect way of waking up for the ferry we'd scooted off home to make ourselves able to wake up for, but we were young (well, she was) and enamoured of our song-writing prowess. And it was homework.
I went to bed listening to my newish mp3 player. It had been a good day.