Sex. Trash. James Joyce. Cosmic forces.
Feb. 25th, 2005 10:51 amIt was the last Club Freaky Trigger at the Chapel last night, and my first. It may not have been quite as much like looking into the face of god/the end of DC One Million as sister night Club Popular (as I believe I told anyone who stood still long enough after about 9pm, several times) but I still said "CHOON!" far more than irony can justify. Laptop! In a club! And lots of other good songs, but they were later, and by that point there had been Booze and I may have confused what was actually played and what I hoped would be played.
Anyone who has been to the Chapel will be familiar with the signs on the fire doors, promising dismissal and barring for anyone who opens them for *any* reason - implicitly including fire. So, as an act of defiance of ill-worded signs, I decided that at night's end we should bundle out of said doors.
They were locked. Isn't that massively illegal? And doesn't it also render the sign superfluous?
My plans for the rest of today include finding a bin in which
atommickbrane has yet to die, and dying in it.
Ladies: just so you're all clear on this, urinals do flush. Though ones where the entire wall flushes, as in the Chapel, are rare.
"TWISTED Queen’s Guards made a horse drink huge amounts of alcohol in a cruel prank. Soldiers forced eight cans of strong Stella and a bottle of red wine down the animal before it went out on parade."
This sounds to me like a lame excuse which the horse concocted when reminded that he had made a New Year's resolution to stop drinking.
More potential indicators of Life on Mars?
Even when the Onion is having an off week, its horoscopes are always splendid. For some reason, though, it's never the Capricorn ones which apply to me. Consider Aries' for this week: "You'll have an identity crisis when you find out your life is just another Internet rumor." Or Pisces: "For 15 terrifying minutes, the universe will indeed revolve around you, causing the death of billions because you decide to skip rope."
Something else has come back to me about Wednesday night; en route to That Place, I passed a bus stop offering travel to places named Strood, Hoo and the Isle of Grain. Since when did London Transport start serving alternate dimensions?
Oh, and get well soon, Edwyn Collins.
Anyone who has been to the Chapel will be familiar with the signs on the fire doors, promising dismissal and barring for anyone who opens them for *any* reason - implicitly including fire. So, as an act of defiance of ill-worded signs, I decided that at night's end we should bundle out of said doors.
They were locked. Isn't that massively illegal? And doesn't it also render the sign superfluous?
My plans for the rest of today include finding a bin in which
Ladies: just so you're all clear on this, urinals do flush. Though ones where the entire wall flushes, as in the Chapel, are rare.
"TWISTED Queen’s Guards made a horse drink huge amounts of alcohol in a cruel prank. Soldiers forced eight cans of strong Stella and a bottle of red wine down the animal before it went out on parade."
This sounds to me like a lame excuse which the horse concocted when reminded that he had made a New Year's resolution to stop drinking.
More potential indicators of Life on Mars?
Even when the Onion is having an off week, its horoscopes are always splendid. For some reason, though, it's never the Capricorn ones which apply to me. Consider Aries' for this week: "You'll have an identity crisis when you find out your life is just another Internet rumor." Or Pisces: "For 15 terrifying minutes, the universe will indeed revolve around you, causing the death of billions because you decide to skip rope."
Something else has come back to me about Wednesday night; en route to That Place, I passed a bus stop offering travel to places named Strood, Hoo and the Isle of Grain. Since when did London Transport start serving alternate dimensions?
Oh, and get well soon, Edwyn Collins.
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:03 am (UTC)I note you're not bothered by the absence of James Joyce. Philistine.
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:07 am (UTC)It is not so much testament to my professionalism that I'm here, as testament to my inability to do anything more demanding than work and web. Trying to read, watch films or iron in this state would be disastrous.
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:10 am (UTC)(oh, i don't mean that. it was lovely to see my ma and sisters and hell even my dad again. i'm just trying to win biggest crab on LJ today).
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:15 am (UTC)Heh, you posted something geeky. Geek!
Sorry, you lose
Date: 2005-02-25 11:14 am (UTC)Re: Sorry, you lose
Date: 2005-02-25 11:18 am (UTC)text from sarah: 'haha, i didn't mean to text him, i spacked up trying to find a late doors bar i went to once in 2001! ruin! got home eventually after lots of poncing, sorry :)'
Re: Sorry, you lose
Date: 2005-02-25 11:21 am (UTC)Do feel free to crosspost them.
Re: Sorry, you lose
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:26 am (UTC)But with pointy brackets, obv.
Are you sure you weren't just being foxed by individual images that wouldn't hotlink?
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Date: 2005-02-25 11:35 am (UTC)(If anyone who wants to offer me a lucrative job which requires html is reading this - that was a joke, of course)
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