so it all comes down to this.

Our film tutor loves our 'rushes', in spite of the Florist Fiasco, which involved me having to do several takes of walking past a florist's, stopping at the window, and walking back in. I also didn't realise how Yorkshire I actually am. Listening to my voice on the tape between takes, my voice is well deep and gruff.
I was happy with the results, and got a surprise reward on the way back here, with most of an album by The Broadways appearing on my walkman.
Last night was brilliant, I had five cans of Fosters and watched stand up, where I had a further six pints and got chatting to the other comedians there, one of whom is a Sonic Youth fan according to the t-shirt he was wearing the first time I saw him do his stuff, last year.
Tonight involves watching House, or taping it if we go to Rockworld early. Should be fun.
And I'm torn as to what to do for the Manchester leg of my 21st birthday effort. It's on a Wednesday so there'll be comedy nights to attend. If it had been on the Thursday as originally planned, then it'd have been karaoke and Jilly's, simple as. If we go to a comedy night I think I'll see if I can get on the bill; everybody loves a drunken birthday boy telling jokes.