New rule: I am not allowed to sign up for any bookbinding class until I have successfully cleared the jewellery stock box so that it can either be my bookbinding box or contain my jewellery-making stuff (which will involve getting rid of some of my hoarded crap). This requires Jess to photograph things and me to list them ( Read more... )

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How The Tattooing Began

Speaking of tattoos, I need to steal some handwriting for a specific phrase. Also I'm starting work again at 9.30 on Monday morning, same place as last time. Anyone who therefore fancies dining with me after 5pm at Mamsuka on weekdays is welcome, because I intend to abuse the dicks out of that delicious place.

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What shall I lose this year? I think instead of thinking of it as hacking off pieces each year until there is nothing left of me, I should think of it as pruning the bush to promote new growth. I certainly don't think I'm actually becoming less of a person (only in the winter, when you get half-measures and a lot of grumbling ( Read more... )

Smoke and Mirrors

Prologue: The Geschichtedorf Club
Chapter One(First off, I will probably need to change the title as there is already a very good book by Neil Gaiman with the same name; I am considering "The True and False Reflections of Smoke and Trapdoors ( Read more... )

Prologue: The Geschichtedorf Club

Please, please, please read the prologue first. I don't care what your personal feelings about prologues are, the story DOES NOT MAKE SENSE if you don't start at the fucking beginning.

Painted posters advertised "Magnificent Malvolio, man of magic", and four pairs of eyes examined them with the eager enthusiasm ( Read more... )

The lights of the Geschichtedorf Club sparkled and glinted like the stars in the heavens; woven into the tatters of the cloth ceiling, wires hidden behind luxurious (if thread-bare) black silk-velvet drapes, the howl of wind around the walls drowned out by the chatter of the select array of mostly immaculately-attired couples. The pop of corks, the ( Read more... )