Sinister: On the menu for today...

[Liz Daplyn]

Cor!  What a luvverly bunch of coconuts we all are!  Especially people I has 
bin associating with this unnaturally extended weekend!

I am *simply thrilled, honeys* to have been immortalised as a Classy Bird.  
It's true, goddammit and stuff.

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So anyway, after not _quite_ enough sleep on Friday night, I saddled me 
little red Peugot burro and headed out from non-sexy Newport on a tangential 
vector for sexy Milton Keynes,  although why I'm not quite sure.  Having 
only got lost once (a nice surprise indeed) I found myself eating nice 
instant noodles at the abode of Ken (He's Beyond The [Himself] Of Most 
People) Chu, and forthwith after a short contemplative pause we overloaded 
the poor burrito with our combined persons and struck out for (Right On) 
Brighton (Looks A Fright On Drinking All Night. On) where we eventually 
joined the Bri(ghton)tish S(inister)chool of M(asseev)otoring.  In the pub, 
as has become a scarily expensive habit since.  I was so young and innocent 
once, before ever I glimpsed the baldy pate of Mark (Wet, Stiff and Salty) 
Casarroto.

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Lots of cool (not to say fecking freezing) activities took place, including 
righteous booty being kicked at dodgems, and jaws were hauled up from the 
floor after witnessing Ken's Dazzling DDR Masterclass.  I evidently stared 
offensively at Rob (Handsome) Brennan quite often, for which I don't think I 
apologised sufficiently (sorry), but it was unintentional and 
alcohol-fuelled.  Luckily he didn't whup my ass for the temerity.  Smut was 
smutted.  Drunks were drunker and drunker.  Peter (Get) Carter was nearly 
dead several times, or so we thought.

Apologies to those present who I've not the brains to think up insulting 
middle names for.  It's probably for the best, if you think about it really 
hard.  Still, I love you all, unless I don't, in which case I'd still say I 
loved you right to your face like a scaredy-cat hypocrite.

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Sunday brought Gay Greasy Breakfasting Pleasure (TM), and oh, was it 
necessary.  I followed the stupid trick of drinking loads with the stupider 
one of waking up after 4 hours' sleep and being unable to regain 
unconsciousness.  Did it again Monday morning, grr.  Still, minimalist music 
was bought and also listened to while wending the merry Oxonian way rather 
later after sewing up aching sides split with hysterical writhings due to 
someone taking an hilarious and unwanted paddle.  Oh how we shrieked ever-so 
appealingly.

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Sexalicious Curry.
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Participated in crazy dancing action due to Steve (Ginger) Hewitt's Sussed 
extravaganza, sans James (Dancing Flapjack - conflation of "dancing 
hatchback" and "flat cap" - do you see my *genius*?) Danson Hatcher and Ken 
who went AWOL (indelicately) but WITH Cay (Sweet Sucker) McDermott and other 
gorgeous types.  The Cellar *is* the essence of glamour, dahlinks.

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Not Enough Sleep
--

Cap'n Liz's Guided (By Hungover Voices) Tour of Oxford, for the benefit of 
Ben (Nice Baps, Ma'am) Apps.  Finally a use for stuff that clogs up my 
brainular pores unnecessarily - joy!

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Tea and Toast
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Pub & Pub & Pub: Mondaytime drinking - how decadent, innit.
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Eventually: back to The Cellar for keeping music live hijinks with a 
shoutily nervous but wonderful Cay, also the very good guitar stylings of 
Matt (Mediaeval Hair But In A Good Way) Willson.

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Not Enough Sleep
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Culture.  But you don't want to hear about that.  Also extremely nice sludgy 
green lentil soup and crusty bread.

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Phew!  Marathon for Mammoths or wot!  And faulty brain with goldfish memory 
has blanks in it, so fill 'em in yourselves.  As you would anyway, you 
smutty lot.

So it's over and out from me, but I'll not leave without promising to get 
proper sleep before posting again to relieve you of all this tosh.


  Liz :x


**
I wish I could fly
Right up to the sky
But I can't -

Yes you can!

-No I can't.
**

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