Neighbour Dan's girlfriend just gave me a fucking coronary on the back stairs. I'd taken the rubbish out, and was just punching the security code to get back inside the building when I feel someone step up behind me, a hand reaches over my shoulder and pushes the door open. I swear, I shrieked like some kind of character played by Orlando Bloom. ( Read more... )

Back in Leeds after five days on the Rock of Smell. Thlayli and Erikplant both held up well in my absense, although Thlayli has that rumbled look that makes me suspect Goings On have been, uh, going on. Also his pen was completely trashed. I suspect he's been having a houseparty with Neighbour Dan's pirahna while I was gone ( Read more... )

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Spur of the minute gathering at Neighbour Dan's last night leads to drunken Froodle declaring she can't marry anyone because she's carrying David Boreanaz's children. Of course, I say stuff like that even when I'm sober, but I don't actually believe it without the application of vast amounts of whiskey ( Read more... )