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like a fool of a took i have forgotten my mobile today, so don't phone it or text it. well, you can, but i won't hear/see/reply.

danke!

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like a fool of a took i have forgotten my mobile today, so don't phone it or text it. well, you can, but i won't hear/see/reply.

danke!

macaroons!

so last night i did venture to the west end (which was full of screaming TRL morons - who is it that is there again?) to see Acorn Antiques- the Musical. It wasn't a bingo night.

And my oh my, I wasn't expecting much, but it was rather marvellous! The general gist is some am dram group (oh! how I wryly laughed) putting on a show so you get the behind the scenes action in the first half, and the actual thing in the second half.

it may be because Neil Morrissey was dressed as a goth, or it may have been because it *Was* stupidly faux pretensious and funnier, but I preferred the first half. It was ace. And Neil Morrissey was standing no more than a metre or so away shouting at the stage, and my perverse teenage heart skipped a beat.......

of course, all you in fact need is the amazing Julie Walters to appear onstage as Mrs Overall, and *anything* is automatically funny! The woman is a genius! It must be hugely hard to be so bad and inept when you aren't, if you see what I mean.

I was *not* impressed with Duncan whats-his-face who really didn't know half of the words to the musical numbers. It noticed, and was terribly unprofessional.

Hahahahaha the rip offs of Les Mis and A Chorus Line (amongst others I probably didn't notice) had to be seen to be believed!

I shall go see this again if anyone fancies, oh and green_badger sorry it didn't quite work out as planned, Dan's mum got tickets unexpectedly fast, in fact so wrong was it I had to sit a couple of rows behind them)

macaroons!

so last night i did venture to the west end (which was full of screaming TRL morons - who is it that is there again?) to see Acorn Antiques- the Musical. It wasn't a bingo night.

And my oh my, I wasn't expecting much, but it was rather marvellous! The general gist is some am dram group (oh! how I wryly laughed) putting on a show so you get the behind the scenes action in the first half, and the actual thing in the second half.

it may be because Neil Morrissey was dressed as a goth, or it may have been because it *Was* stupidly faux pretensious and funnier, but I preferred the first half. It was ace. And Neil Morrissey was standing no more than a metre or so away shouting at the stage, and my perverse teenage heart skipped a beat.......

of course, all you in fact need is the amazing Julie Walters to appear onstage as Mrs Overall, and *anything* is automatically funny! The woman is a genius! It must be hugely hard to be so bad and inept when you aren't, if you see what I mean.

I was *not* impressed with Duncan whats-his-face who really didn't know half of the words to the musical numbers. It noticed, and was terribly unprofessional.

Hahahahaha the rip offs of Les Mis and A Chorus Line (amongst others I probably didn't notice) had to be seen to be believed!

I shall go see this again if anyone fancies, oh and green_badger sorry it didn't quite work out as planned, Dan's mum got tickets unexpectedly fast, in fact so wrong was it I had to sit a couple of rows behind them)

its oh, so quiet.....

why aren't you blithering, my dear virtual children?

i can only assume, since everyone has one of these boxes, that you are all communicating secretly, so i have joined in. fill in the box, or reply in the screened comments, or ignore me completely. but before you do that, please realise i dislike being ignored IMMENSELY!!!!


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i shall answer em here! comments again screened

its oh, so quiet.....

why aren't you blithering, my dear virtual children?

i can only assume, since everyone has one of these boxes, that you are all communicating secretly, so i have joined in. fill in the box, or reply in the screened comments, or ignore me completely. but before you do that, please realise i dislike being ignored IMMENSELY!!!!


[Poll #430354]

i shall answer em here! comments again screened

some answers in no particular order.....

taken from here

no proper plans as yet, I cannae be arsed with the grappling but the boy will be there even if it isn’t his stag thing I think……

somewhere in my shoe jabbing me violently……oh ho.

Duuuuuuuuuuuude!

small greys? Or something more exciting?

ah man, i am crap! fancy it tomorrow?

course it is, while I don’t know you hugely well the boy has taken a liking. Just don’t fear the Goths…... ;) oh and yes, getting there!

nope, none at all, except perhaps in my organisational capabilities......

don't want to sound like an old hag but seriously, give it longer. takes time to build serious trust, more so with affairs of the head than heart.....

adjfgaowl ali83ga;lksdhfio asoui

he of me. i think he needs a uk passport ;P

oh there are a lot of screened and viewable to none things going around..... and i am nosey! ;)

wtf?!!!!!! wrongc0ckery of the finest order :/

while nothing is hugely exciting i think that is a little rude, yes. so no. for the moment.

already have done! mmmmmm feet...

i don't have them, i want them!

how micro is micro?! i am scared of mine..... (nah, reckon not, as long as it isn't to wear somewhere sophistikated...... t'other thing - weds? shall mail you!

some answers in no particular order.....

taken from here

no proper plans as yet, I cannae be arsed with the grappling but the boy will be there even if it isn’t his stag thing I think……

somewhere in my shoe jabbing me violently……oh ho.

Duuuuuuuuuuuude!

small greys? Or something more exciting?

ah man, i am crap! fancy it tomorrow?

course it is, while I don’t know you hugely well the boy has taken a liking. Just don’t fear the Goths…... ;) oh and yes, getting there!

nope, none at all, except perhaps in my organisational capabilities......

don't want to sound like an old hag but seriously, give it longer. takes time to build serious trust, more so with affairs of the head than heart.....

adjfgaowl ali83ga;lksdhfio asoui

he of me. i think he needs a uk passport ;P

oh there are a lot of screened and viewable to none things going around..... and i am nosey! ;)

wtf?!!!!!! wrongc0ckery of the finest order :/

while nothing is hugely exciting i think that is a little rude, yes. so no. for the moment.

already have done! mmmmmm feet...

i don't have them, i want them!

how micro is micro?! i am scared of mine..... (nah, reckon not, as long as it isn't to wear somewhere sophistikated...... t'other thing - weds? shall mail you!

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"blast," I thought, as I stumbled semi-clothed through the cold, dark morning into the kitchen. "Stupid heating system" was not the precise phrase, but I can assure you the sentiment was the same.

I flicked the switch, and as the fluorescents buzzed slowly into life I could already see the gas had gone out. I whacked in the button and stood patiently, until I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye.

A jittery yet smooth movement, precise, yet slimily all over the place.

I looked down.

I retched.

There crawling along the kitchen worktop was my mortal enemy.

It was all I could do to stop myself from shaking, both from nausea and the rage the built up inside me. How dare it?! This was my home.

OF course, what made it all worse was the fact I had only just been merrily thinking to myself how long it had been since the last intrusion.

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I plan to actually cook proper food tonight.

I shall have to bleach the kitchen to pieces to do so.

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"blast," I thought, as I stumbled semi-clothed through the cold, dark morning into the kitchen. "Stupid heating system" was not the precise phrase, but I can assure you the sentiment was the same.

I flicked the switch, and as the fluorescents buzzed slowly into life I could already see the gas had gone out. I whacked in the button and stood patiently, until I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye.

A jittery yet smooth movement, precise, yet slimily all over the place.

I looked down.

I retched.

There crawling along the kitchen worktop was my mortal enemy.

It was all I could do to stop myself from shaking, both from nausea and the rage the built up inside me. How dare it?! This was my home.

OF course, what made it all worse was the fact I had only just been merrily thinking to myself how long it had been since the last intrusion.

( . )

I plan to actually cook proper food tonight.

I shall have to bleach the kitchen to pieces to do so.