October 21, 2005

The Quest for the Holy Grail (commonly known as the OC!!!)!!!

OOOH Lordie, what a quest!

The story began this evening at 8.15 pm, our obsession for the OC took over our senses! Rachel and me decided that we MUST watch some, we had cake and wine, but no OC. Now, we've gone a couple of days without watching any because we had episodes up to 219 and had watched them all.

After phoning the blockbusters in Leamington and Kenilworth and all to no avail, we decided to turn up at Red Fern to rinse Tammy and Zoe's DC++. After ringing the bell continuously it seemed that they had better things to do than obsess over he OC. And so, I decided to call Ambrose, from the first year who I have only spoken to a few times. However, we thought we were in luck, he was in, so we bumbled over to Rootes to download it, armed with blank CD's. But, damn and blast it, we couldn't work it, even after raiding various Rootes kitchens and enlisting a guy who seemed to be clued up, DC wasn't working (gone are the olden days when we could always count on good ol' Dc!)

Determined not to give up there, we texted Andy to get Jess' number (who I had on good authority, had the missing episodes!) Her housemate answered as she was at the shop–awkward conversation, I sounded like a complete OC junkie, the conversation was along these lines, after intros I said 'I know for a fact that you have the oc episodes that we're dependent on, Jess said I could copy them sometime but what she doesn't know is that I'm on m way to yours now–hope thats ok!' He was very friendly and helpful so we dashed across town and when we arrived he had already started copying them for us–such a nice guy!! I think he understood our pain, empathy was our friend tonight!!

Ran out of petrol on the way home but luckily Rach had her wallet and a petrol station was at hand. So here we are, two hours and many miles later, with our wine, cake and episode 220–peace at last…so thats us set up for the night and tomorrow morning, very happy compared to how desperate we were earlier, this is a little taste of just how bad that felt:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the OC lovers come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message our OC dreams are Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

OC was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that the sunshine would last forever: 'I was wrong'

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

But no, complete happiness has been restored to our lives!!

Mmmmmwwwwaaaahhhh, we love you all!!

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  1. I can’t even think of anything to say to you.

    22 Oct 2005, 22:33

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