Yeah, that.

Jan. 1st, 2007 07:47 pm
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Happy New January. Hurrah. Et cetera, et cetera.

Marvellous not-a-party at [livejournal.com profile] nannyo's last night; saw [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz, [livejournal.com profile] kowt, [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez, [livejournal.com profile] robinbloke, [livejournal.com profile] the_mendicant, [livejournal.com profile] geekpsi and Stubedoobeedoo as well. Managed to get through an entire bottle of Choya sake (with help, admittedly) and not have a hangover.

Quote of the evening was from [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez: "I'll just lie here with my computer while the other lads pound my ass". Today, he managed to make ninja-style katana fighting on the Wii look more like beating off a swarm of bees. (*looks at that sentence & decides not to edit it*)

Anyone still of the impression that knitting circles are quiet, ladylike places for genteel folk should have heard [livejournal.com profile] nannyo and me today. The air was bluer than me after a hairdye accident. Our tentative plans for a Knitting And Porn weekend sha'n't require any lowering of the tone, at all.

But! I have the beginnings of ideas for what to knit with my Colinette Graffiti! I want puffy Victoriana-style sleeves, a nipped in waist (to make it look as if I have one), and lapels. Look, it's a start, ok?
puddingcat: (...and miles)
So I bunked out of work at 5pm, wandered over to Piccadilly and recaffeinated myself whilst waiting for the train. Thank heavens [livejournal.com profile] nannyo and Mup were waiting for me at the other end :)

Quite a while later, I was having anxiety at being so far away from a motorway and marvelling at the ability of Stubeedoo's cat simultaneously to purr and run away from everything (including a remote controlled dalek).

Got to Chez Wez, drank tea, had some of Blade Trinity inflicted on me (a dreadful film bar the vampire Pomeranian, but at least it gave me the words to describe the cock juggling thunder cunt...) and fell asleep on a very cool single seater futon.

Somewhat insanely, wore my pvc jeans & pinstripe corset to the Strawberry Fair. Somewhat interestingly, I only got hot & sweaty *above* the level of the corset. I think there was less variety of hippy tat than last year; I only bought a bat kite (and food), but we gotto the Chaos Science tent early enough for the demonstrations still to be going on :D Disappointingly, the box labelled "13W explosions" was only being used as a table, but I got to play on the conservation of angular momentum stool (New Rocks add to the effect when stuck out together with the hand weights), admired the lemon juice & bicarb explosions, and played with cornflour & water collapsible sausages. The demonstrators looked happy to have enthusiastic visitors, even if we were all at least 20 years older than they'd intended :)

Decided it was too hot to hang around and left via the Alley of Irritating Fact-Ignoring Political Stalls. Saw a woman dressed like a bee & surprised a shopkeeper by buying the Telegraph while obviously being one of those Fair-goers. Retired to [livejournal.com profile] professoryaffle's to be spoiled rotten. Saw many wonderful people, caught up with some I don't see nearly often enough, marvelled at the ability of eyeliner to do Disturbing Things to perfectly normal (looking) people, and shamelessly ogled [livejournal.com profile] redshira.

Possibl the best Doctor Who yet; certainly the only one to be scary, IMO. Hurrah for Cthulhue and Rocco :)

Somehow made it back to Chez Wez, peeled off clothes and collapsed. Both in the right place *and* after taking my contacts out correctly.

Don't remember much of the way back. I hope I didn't snore too much.

I do, however, hate Doncaster and everything to do with it with the burning heat of a thousand fiery suns. Just being driven to the station increases my stress levels to the point where I'm contemplating extra tablets or having a proper nervous breakdown, just so I don't notice it any more. Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are. Just how long does it *take* for conditioning to wear off, anyway?

Oooh, Top Gear. *Licks* Yes; I did enjoy that :) Hurrah for science (albeit edited) and Michael Gambon for understanding it :)

Today I mowed the lawn. Considering that it was more than cat-deep and starting to seed, I'm pleased that it only took an hour and a half.

Consequently, I've done nothing else today except go and get a takeaway curry. This is the first one I've had since starting to watch what I eat *properly*, and good grief, it's filling, gorgeous, and greasy. Yum, but it'll be doing me three meals at least.

Oooh; this is what Last.fm is for. I've been played Yes and Cream on my neighbour radio :)
puddingcat: (Bowler)
Car show pictures (including the positively pornographic Griffith interior) are here.

Lavender Hill Party photos (in which I didn't get killed by a mob) are here.

Weasel knitted me a set of Knit!Gear people, and the natural thing to do was to stuff jeremy into the catnip tub to marinate for a couple of weeks. This is the result. I love Jasper's guilty looks :)

One of the Very Important Things that I meant to say last night was this: [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel and [livejournal.com profile] very_true_thing have an onion chopper that apparently causes the onion to explode all over the kitchen. The original plan was for them to use this to dispose of my body, after bumping me off with the spike on the distaff that Weasel doesn't have.

My vastly superior plan is to scale up the onion exploder and use it on caravans :)


(Nor did I mention the Herby and Spicy panty liners, or the Midnight Ping Pong Playing Bus Drivers.)
puddingcat: (The Best Corset Ever)
[livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz is slightly less excessively young that she was a week ago.
Celebrations were good.
Red kitchens are good.
On/off switches are useful.
Goths are more polite dancers than are indie kids.
I must think before speaking, unless I really want to bang my head on the wall & wish I hadn't said things.
[livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz doesn't snore.
I don't appear to recognise any somgs written after 1990. In fact, the only 3 I recognised all night were by the Beatles, the Kinks and the Who.
It's just cost me £40 to fill up with petrol.
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Caffeine makes the workld seem shiny & new & full of things moving very slowly.

[livejournal.com profile] fire_kitten's party was fab, with added [livejournal.com profile] dragonmamma and [livejournal.com profile] redshira on top of the usual suspects. Kriek always helps, Paul McCartney has clearly made a pact with the devil (since he looks 10 years younger than people 10 years younger than him), men are like shoes, and five bean chilli makes a damn fine breakfast.

Just possibly may have made [livejournal.com profile] minspi's brain hurt with drunken text messages. Again. [livejournal.com profile] nannyo told me to do it.

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Every week, I love Top Gear more. Richard Hammond an James May - such an old married couple. Arguing over a cashpoint, wearing matching anoraks, dancing to the Bee Gees... *shakes head* Oh, and the car was nice, too :) Though I'd be hard pushed to decide between the Hamster & the DBR9... Oooh, back to the men = shoes train of thought! (Blame [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz. I do.)

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5 days to London.
6 days to REM.
9 days to work.

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