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Socialising is really not my strong suit. What with days of agonising about clothes, travelling in a car, leaving the house, being with a much, much prettier friend, and being around People I Don't Know, well, I really wonder sometimes if it's worth it. But last night I managed it, for perhaps the first time 'properly' in about six months, and yes, it was fun. It took the lure of Louis Eliot to get me to make this somewhat heroic effort, but music aside, that man really does have the most worshippable nose in existence. These things matter and appeal to me, proper statuesque noses are a rare and beautiful thing, and I was endlessly fascinated.
Good job he's not on LJ, eh? Stalked by a nose-fetishist. Lucky boy...
Good job he's not on LJ, eh? Stalked by a nose-fetishist. Lucky boy...