For the second time in my life I have witnessed a grown man playing air-guitar in public.
The first occasion occurred in 1995 during a Brian May concert in the Bristol Colston Hall, when my then thirty-six-year-old uncle spent most of the set standing up (it was a fully-seated venue), right hand picking distinctly arhythmical rhythms upon an
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Thus proving that you have never seen me drunk :).
I once had a future groom sleeping on my bedroom floor after getting in from his stag night; the snoring was akin to somebody attempting to chainsaw down a large forest. I was too tired to actually get up and kick him (and I also suspect that I may have broken my foot doing so). Is it bad form to smother the best man with a pillow?
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In answer to the second question I think yes, it is bad form. I'll have to wait till at least friday, after the wedding.
Hope all well with you both.
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I would suggest laxatives or something else sure to keep the snoring one awake but I think that that outcome would be worse... Can you fill the bed with sharp and prickly things, making it uncomfortable enough to allow you to get to sleep before he does? If the worst comes to the worst, you can always sleep on the beach ;)
Have fun!
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I agree with you about the serenity, and abdication of responsibility for your own fate - I'm just terrible at this in general! But there is greater calmness today. I chose the 'Exotic Lingo' line in the end, to my shame, bought some sunglasses and walked on the Meadows with Donnie, who tried to cheer me up by hugging several trees down the central walkway. I have to finish a proposal for another paper, then choose some of those aforementioned books - ending the afternoon on a pleasant note, I hope.
Here's to all calmness and serenity in onward travel as well, for both of us. Take care.
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'stercus accidit' - sh*t happens.
I'm tactfully not asking /why/ such a debate has arisen :)
All well otherwise - home yesterday, newly in love with changeable grey skies instead of endless blue, and no lizards in the shower. Hope all well!
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lucy x
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What sort of costumes? Last night, walking down the Cowgate after a rehearsal, we were forced to pause for several minutes to allow for the passage of an enormous crocodile of hens, at least twenty, all sporting sparkly ears, black skin-tight lycra outfits and tails - the bride, easily identifiable by her baggage of an improbably huge, ahem, organ, looked none-too impressed by any of it.
At some stage we can share bad waitressing tales - I also endured several months in an immediately food-besplattered apron, cartwheeling sandwiches across the floor and into customers' laps. We got revenge on the evil manageress by cutting all the cakes into much larger pieces than they were supposed to be sold in.
Organza sheets? o dear. Hope all well otherwise.
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