Parenthetical

[alexsarll]

Well, after some pretty half-arsed efforts over the past hour or so, the rain looks to be picking up to a proper bank holiday level now, and any plans of sitting in the park are dissolving nicely in it; a game of Gloom would mark the day better than a dance around the maypole. Yesterday, though, was lovely; after 18 Carat Love Affair's set (including hospitalsoup's second best 'Pink Glove' cover) we fled Sexy Kid (remarkably, worse than their name suggests) and a definition of Britpop which encompassed Finley Quaye (though also, to their credit, Ultrasound's 'I'll Show You Mine') for Tavistock Square and the sun, from which it's a lovely walk through the backstreets to Fleet Street (why didn't I know London had a pub called The Knights Templar?) to Fleet Street, where Mr Punch serves ruinously tasty West Country cider, the rogue.

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Comments

[pippaalice.livejournal.com]

I totally do not believe all this spam is 'spam' sarll!

I just saw Giles Brandreth 'comfort' a crying mayor. *fear*

Also more related to your post, the clouds outside my house look almost apocylptic. *moar fear*

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

I went for a wander anyway and found a wooden elephant.

[(Anonymous)]

Where was the wooden elephant? I saw a knight killing a sepent on my way to Carsmile's. I am cursing the death of my camera. I am going to have some pinhole fun this weekend tho.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Are you pretending to be spam?

It was at the derelict community centre hidden behind the youth centre on top of Crouch Hill.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm being in a course but I'd be a cute spambot!

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