An Inconvenient Truth

I went to see An Inconvenient Truth last night. The film, following the efforts of Mr Al "I used to be the next president of the USA" Gore to challenge and inspire people on the (the inconvenient truth of) climate change, is actually really good. It's not exactly light entertainment, but neither is it dry and over heavy. It did quite well at the whole walking the line between challenging and depressing...but I did nearly cry at the bit where the animated polar bear couldn't find any ice and so drowned. In short...go see it (out 15 September), and encourage all your friends/family/blog readers to go too!

A second inconvenient truth (this ones slightly less global) is that...I can't change a light bulb. I tried, really hard, because I was sure I could(/should be able to) do it. However, I blew the bulb, and also got it wedged in the light fitting. SO...a few days passed, Sarah confirmed that the bulb was indeed wedged, and so I resolved to try and remove the blown bulb, and replace with a(nother) new one. Got up on the chair, tried to remove the bulb, but instead removed the whole entire light fitting. Oops. The two funny little wires poking out looked like they shouldn't be there...so I thought I'd better re-join the wires to the rest of the light fitting. WRONG. I still hadn't switched the switch off (or at least, I thought I had but actually hadn't), and so the whole flippin thing exploded in my hand. Very dramatic...sparks and smoke and fizzing and the whole shabang. SO...now I'm a little embarassed, very apprehensive of going to confess to my landlord, and still in the dark, both literally AND as to how to change a light bulb. Does anyone know a good, cheap and dicreet electrician?!
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p.s. please do not tell my dad any of that!