Don't talk to me...

No really...

Yesterday night was a disaster. The cinema *fucked* up my booking for ROTK and the printed tickets were for the wrong showing. Basicaly this meant they had double booked our seats and since there were 14 of us they couldn't fit us all in. So we didn't get to see the film.

The only good thing that did happen was that their computer did show that it was their fuck up and not mine. So I got a refund. Initially the response of the booking clerk was that I *must* have made a mistake...

I just about managed to not kill anyone. Only just however. At one point The Ex was actually holding on to my t-shirt at the back otherwise I would probably have launched myself through the booking window and ripped the clerk's throat out with my teeth.

I *hate* letting people down and I felt like it was all my fault , even though it wasn't. Plus I'd been looking forward to seeing ROTK for weeks...

It was one of those horrible moments when I was *so* angry that I was torn between bursting into tears or killing someone.

Am still fairly upset and angry. It would no doubt be a good thing if I stayed away from mailing lists at the moment. Still gives me an excuse to use amusing new icon I suppose.

I love my friends, they were very understanding and lovely. Particularly Nick G who I haven't seen for *ages* and Mark and Matt who had come up from Bournemouth specially.

Grrrrr!

Am considering fire bombing Leisureworld..