Not-so-Scary movies

Dear Diary,

Hung out with Joe again last night. I was initially worrying that he would think I was some dossing loser with absolutely no life other than seeing him (which, technically, I AM, but I don't want him knowing!) - but it's always him who invites me out anyway, thank goodness.
We went to his to watch a DVD - being that it would be completely impossible to do so in my parents house. You can guarantee there'd be absolutely no shut doors allowed, we'd have to watch it downstairs, and obviously no sex!

Stopped off at Tesco to stock up on wine for me, beer for him, and munchies. Bumped into the Landlord from work, which was fairly embarrassing as I got a certain amount of ribbing about Joe (who sensibly wandered into the next aisle) and questions about what we were up to. I'd borrowed a banned video nasty called "Zombie Flesh Eaters" off Joe about a week ago, but never got round to watching it - so we were off to his to do so. Which prompted a huge amount of piss-taking - along the theme off (*falsetto voice*) "Oh, Joe, I'm so scared, can I hold onto you?" etc... etc...
No such luck, as it happens, the film was absolutely appalling. It was more funny to begin with, as we sat watching it for 15 minutes with an entirely red screen, marvelling at the revolutionary cinematic techniques of the 80's, before we realised the DVD player just need a quick bang. But as for the film - "video nasty," my arse! It was complete rubbish, I was bored out of my mind all the way through, and the gore totalled at about 4 minutes altogether. I actually gave up about halfway through and just concentrated on talking instead. See, I know that cinema-goers back in the 70's and 80's weren't used to the hardcore stuff the kids of today are used to, but at least with "The Exorcist" or "The Evil Dead" I can see WHY they were banned. But this? Utter. Tripe.

As for Joe - well, would you believe it, he'd not only tidied his room, but also bought a gorgeous fleecy throw for his bed, and placed about 30 of those little tea-light candles (lavender, as well!) ALL around the room. Some may call it a romantic gesture - as I recall, it was Alice (or Lisa. Or both) who said that a guy with candles or incense in his room is DEFINATELY looking to get some sex. Fair play to him, at least he admitted it! Although I found out the hard way that he has an UNFEASIBLY squeaky bed - and his brother's bedroom is right on the other side of the wall. Have you ever tried staying as still as possible during sex so as not to produce any undue embarrassing noise? It's pretty damned difficult. We put the fleecy throw on the floor instead, but I still couldn't shake off the fear of being overheard. If only one of us had our own place!

Afterwards, he drove me home, not a hair out of place, and a smile on my face. With a Tesco bag filled with untouched treats and eats from our earlier run. Was I really given a GOODY BAG?? Yikes. Apparently he finished off my wine when he got in. Hmph!

Apart from that, still nothing else fun or indeed interesting in my life to report. Darren's wife came over from Switzerland, she's staying till Monday - so Mum's being taking her out and showing her a good time. We went for lunch at S*******'s which was pretty damned gorgeous.
Oh, and I have work tonight. That is all.

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