Italian when drunk
Feb. 11th, 2005 11:20 amLast night: lasagne (yum) and red wine (also yum) in the wilderlands of New Cross chez
violentbec. I don't mind the lesbian knitters' mutterings re the evil of my gender, but once they get into the knitting technicalities I always begin to fear that they are talking in code.
insecuregoddess is less of an alkie than the rest of us, so gets most comprehensively wasted, and has to be escorted back to North London. This is more challenging than you might think.
Me: Pippa, this is the street where they had the heavy police presence earlier, so maybe you could stop shouting..?
insecuregoddess: HELLO, HEAVY POLICE PRESENCE!
atommickbrane sensibly pulls up her hood and walks far enough ahead to maintain deniability.
It annoys me that Charles and Camilla are to have a civil wedding. After all, as became clear when I tried to explain the Church of England to Bec last night, the only reason the Church of England exists is to remarry royalty; it's not like they exactly have a passionately-held theological raison d'etre.
The Richard Morgan did arrive yesterday after all. No one has had their head melted yet, but I am less than ten pages in, and I don't think I'll have long to wait.
As much as I am looking forward to flailing around like a big gay goth at B Movie tonight, and shaking my alleged booty at Soul Mole tomorrow, I am slightly wondering when I'll fit any sleep into the weekend.
Me: Pippa, this is the street where they had the heavy police presence earlier, so maybe you could stop shouting..?
It annoys me that Charles and Camilla are to have a civil wedding. After all, as became clear when I tried to explain the Church of England to Bec last night, the only reason the Church of England exists is to remarry royalty; it's not like they exactly have a passionately-held theological raison d'etre.
The Richard Morgan did arrive yesterday after all. No one has had their head melted yet, but I am less than ten pages in, and I don't think I'll have long to wait.
As much as I am looking forward to flailing around like a big gay goth at B Movie tonight, and shaking my alleged booty at Soul Mole tomorrow, I am slightly wondering when I'll fit any sleep into the weekend.