It’s just another sunday, in a tired old street

this morning i awoke convinced it was sunday. of course it isn't, is it. it is tuesday. there have been far too many sundays of late. much as i love bank holidays they only confuse me with their non-conforming to workday rules.

this has been a rather fine weekend.

i started as i intended to go on, not doing much at all while the boy was out boozing. relaxing baths and telly and just chill although i must say it was a *tad* bit disappointing that mr slater wasn't in the country ;)

unfortunately the post-dan returning from the pub evening was a little disturbed. musch snoring and banging lead to me attempting to sleep on the sofa and getting into a right mard. so dan hit london on his own saturday, while i continued to sleep and do not much at all *bliss*

managed to get selves together in time for a tasty dinner (i had the whitebait and a pizza fiorentina with an egg in the middle 9/10) at pappagone, kindly organised by the lovely rhoda and attended by all the livejournalists in the world TM. i had intended to go home to sleep afterwards, but everyone (ok, just ally, dan and secret-goffic jo) seemed to be going to strength through joy, and like the easily led sheep i am i decided this would be a top plan too. i don't really like the music there much (not enough old skool c0ck rock for my liking), but the atmosphere is ace and the people that go are lovely. there was some live performance by someone or another, but it mainly seemed to consist of him cutting his hair and splashing paint around, so i sat and nattered with people instead. he was probably in some band or another, but he had never featured in teh wings line up, so i didn't have a clue.

cor, i even got chatted up for the first time in ages, and finally got to use the 'actually i'm married' line. fab!

post club we attended an exclusive after-party at the homerton hospital. well done to rael for hardcore dancefloor injury, beating my dead toenail fishnet incident by miles. he did *something* to his ankle and couldn't walk properly, yet still tried to go to slimelight. ace. so we took him home, and discovered (once the booze began to wear off) that it was a little worse than originally thought. so dan called an ambulance and we got to ride (without the neee-naws) to hospital, where twas discovered it was impressively broken in TWO places \m/

anyway, finally dragged selves (and jo poor love who was staying at ours thinking it easier than getting elsewhere) to bed just before 8.

which meant actually sunday day was a write off. although the evening was much better, featuring fairygothmother (and not accidentally buying pretty things), some pints in the dev, a speedy suicide ally set at inferno and then prom night, in honour of francesca's birthday, which is in fact today.

so happy birthday missfrancesca!!!!

i had never been to a prom night before. foolish foolish me. heaven on a stick it was! ok, so i was never going to be prom queen, but the music was AMAZING and lots of lovely people were there and there was much dancing like a fool (hurrah for sawavague being out! more coming out and dancing silly plsthx lady) and grinning like a loon and attempted kevin bacon dancing and unfortunately too much drinking leading to being a little *too* rude to francesca's friend from sheffield but all in all yay (except dan leaving early feeling unwell and some total g1t stealing rhoda's things grrrrr)

yesterday was therefore quite a wash out again. managed to squeeze in watching the second part of the latest doctor who episode which was fantastic and brilliant and made me think christopher ecclestone is the perfect dr with the ending which also made me cry like a baby (i blame the tired) and was clever and not obvious and wow. ace.

left the hous eventually for deceased journal alastair_k's birthday drinks at the jorene celeste on upper street. it always looked like a tiny dark pub from teh outside, but is huge and really quite pleasant. tis always lovely to see mr al. and big goth nickeii made a surprise cameo hurrah! as did a fellow old croydonite from way back when. lovely quiet end to the weekend, although i somewhat spoiled things with a kebab on the way home and obsessively watching william shatner in boston legal before bed.

*yawn*

this week i really am going to attempt not to do much. you have been warned.

It’s just another sunday, in a tired old street

this morning i awoke convinced it was sunday. of course it isn't, is it. it is tuesday. there have been far too many sundays of late. much as i love bank holidays they only confuse me with their non-conforming to workday rules.

this has been a rather fine weekend.

i started as i intended to go on, not doing much at all while the boy was out boozing. relaxing baths and telly and just chill although i must say it was a *tad* bit disappointing that mr slater wasn't in the country ;)

unfortunately the post-dan returning from the pub evening was a little disturbed. musch snoring and banging lead to me attempting to sleep on the sofa and getting into a right mard. so dan hit london on his own saturday, while i continued to sleep and do not much at all *bliss*

managed to get selves together in time for a tasty dinner (i had the whitebait and a pizza fiorentina with an egg in the middle 9/10) at pappagone, kindly organised by the lovely rhoda and attended by all the livejournalists in the world TM. i had intended to go home to sleep afterwards, but everyone (ok, just ally, dan and secret-goffic jo) seemed to be going to strength through joy, and like the easily led sheep i am i decided this would be a top plan too. i don't really like the music there much (not enough old skool c0ck rock for my liking), but the atmosphere is ace and the people that go are lovely. there was some live performance by someone or another, but it mainly seemed to consist of him cutting his hair and splashing paint around, so i sat and nattered with people instead. he was probably in some band or another, but he had never featured in teh wings line up, so i didn't have a clue.

cor, i even got chatted up for the first time in ages, and finally got to use the 'actually i'm married' line. fab!

post club we attended an exclusive after-party at the homerton hospital. well done to rael for hardcore dancefloor injury, beating my dead toenail fishnet incident by miles. he did *something* to his ankle and couldn't walk properly, yet still tried to go to slimelight. ace. so we took him home, and discovered (once the booze began to wear off) that it was a little worse than originally thought. so dan called an ambulance and we got to ride (without the neee-naws) to hospital, where twas discovered it was impressively broken in TWO places \m/

anyway, finally dragged selves (and jo poor love who was staying at ours thinking it easier than getting elsewhere) to bed just before 8.

which meant actually sunday day was a write off. although the evening was much better, featuring fairygothmother (and not accidentally buying pretty things), some pints in the dev, a speedy suicide ally set at inferno and then prom night, in honour of francesca's birthday, which is in fact today.

so happy birthday missfrancesca!!!!

i had never been to a prom night before. foolish foolish me. heaven on a stick it was! ok, so i was never going to be prom queen, but the music was AMAZING and lots of lovely people were there and there was much dancing like a fool (hurrah for sawavague being out! more coming out and dancing silly plsthx lady) and grinning like a loon and attempted kevin bacon dancing and unfortunately too much drinking leading to being a little *too* rude to francesca's friend from sheffield but all in all yay (except dan leaving early feeling unwell and some total g1t stealing rhoda's things grrrrr)

yesterday was therefore quite a wash out again. managed to squeeze in watching the second part of the latest doctor who episode which was fantastic and brilliant and made me think christopher ecclestone is the perfect dr with the ending which also made me cry like a baby (i blame the tired) and was clever and not obvious and wow. ace.

left the hous eventually for deceased journal alastair_k's birthday drinks at the jorene celeste on upper street. it always looked like a tiny dark pub from teh outside, but is huge and really quite pleasant. tis always lovely to see mr al. and big goth nickeii made a surprise cameo hurrah! as did a fellow old croydonite from way back when. lovely quiet end to the weekend, although i somewhat spoiled things with a kebab on the way home and obsessively watching william shatner in boston legal before bed.

*yawn*

this week i really am going to attempt not to do much. you have been warned.

(no subject)

ok can someone PLEASE tell me why i remember john barrowman so well from being younger?!!!

or was he always just in crud in the west end and then on blue peter and going live continuously?

please?

(no subject)

ok can someone PLEASE tell me why i remember john barrowman so well from being younger?!!!

or was he always just in crud in the west end and then on blue peter and going live continuously?

please?