I am a rabid crack whore *
* This is, technically, untrue. But hey, it got your attention.
Being a twit (because that is what I am) I haven't been on LJ (except my last post which was about 15 minutes ago and therefore doesn't count so shut up) since... well, it was a long time ago. In fact, it was so long ago that it feels like it could probably have been sometime before the fall of the Berlin Wall. I have, therefore, left Crimble completely unremarked upon and have forgotten to distribute my SSCD Presents (which stands for Sub-Space Cunningly Disguised Presents. Which means I'm too mean to buy anyone real gifts, so I try to beguile you all with pseudo-scientific jargon. By George, I think it's working. Look into the eyes, not around the eyes, into the eyes...)
But, never fear! For I am donning my Santa Hat and harnessing up the reindeer as we speak. Well, I type, you read... so, yes! With no further ado, I give you...
MERRY CRIMBLE - GIFTS 'FROM ME TO YOU' (see what I did there? Didja, didja?)
Form a nice orderly queue (I love to look at that word. But not as much as 'skiing') and I'll distribute the fruits of my overwhelming generosity.
cry_of_laughter - Mazzie, my darling. Indeed, 'Martha my dear'... my gift to you at this warm and fluffy time of year is a really big fluffy scarf - the sort which you can wrap round your head and neck and still have enough left over to make a passable woolly toga. But instead of being knitted from wool, this amazing scarf is knitted out of hugs so you'll always have a hug wherever you go! Sort of like the Cup-a-soup advert, but less blue and without the vague whiff of processed tomato flavourings.
chains_of_irony - sweetie, darling! I would offer you a hug, but I'm all squeezed out after manufacturing mazzie's scarf. I also thought about offering you a snog and a night of utterly fantastic sex, but I've decided it would be unfair of me to present Foulds with such competition, and will say no more about it, magnanimous soul that I am. Instead, I grant you a pair of ruby slippers, not unlike the ones worn in a certain film (though slightly different in that these are ruby knee-boots - see, I'm spreading the glitterlove). This is so that once you've escaped to the land of Oxford, you can always click your heels together three times, and say: "There's no place like Loughborough!" and come back to us every once in a while. Well done, sweetie *hugs*
big_fluff_ball - I was going to make some rather salacious comments about the lovely young medical students you're going to be meeting. But then I thought: 'stop it, hannah. there's no need to bring the tone of the whole thing down to your level.' So, suffice it to say that my gift to you is a white coat and a stethoscope, so that you can you can play doctors and nurses with all those lovely medical students... DAMN! ... I'm sorry, I knew it wouldn't work. I have indeed brought the tone of the whole things down to my level. But I'll make it up to you by also giving you a street map of Oxford so you and Jen can find each other. Well done! *hugs*
Ana - I was going to arrange to have you dipped in chocolate, so that I could stand you next to the computer and lick you occasionally ;-p And, in fact, I think I might still do that... But also, I'm going to learn how to make proper icons, so that I no longer have to steal all yours, and so that I can make lots of gorgeous ones for you, too. *hugs and snogs*
So there you have it - With a 'Ho Ho Ho!' and a glass of sherry on the mantlepiece, I take my leave.
I love you all very much - Merry belated Christmas and a Very Very Gear New Year!
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Being a twit (because that is what I am) I haven't been on LJ (except my last post which was about 15 minutes ago and therefore doesn't count so shut up) since... well, it was a long time ago. In fact, it was so long ago that it feels like it could probably have been sometime before the fall of the Berlin Wall. I have, therefore, left Crimble completely unremarked upon and have forgotten to distribute my SSCD Presents (which stands for Sub-Space Cunningly Disguised Presents. Which means I'm too mean to buy anyone real gifts, so I try to beguile you all with pseudo-scientific jargon. By George, I think it's working. Look into the eyes, not around the eyes, into the eyes...)
But, never fear! For I am donning my Santa Hat and harnessing up the reindeer as we speak. Well, I type, you read... so, yes! With no further ado, I give you...
MERRY CRIMBLE - GIFTS 'FROM ME TO YOU' (see what I did there? Didja, didja?)
Form a nice orderly queue (I love to look at that word. But not as much as 'skiing') and I'll distribute the fruits of my overwhelming generosity.
cry_of_laughter - Mazzie, my darling. Indeed, 'Martha my dear'... my gift to you at this warm and fluffy time of year is a really big fluffy scarf - the sort which you can wrap round your head and neck and still have enough left over to make a passable woolly toga. But instead of being knitted from wool, this amazing scarf is knitted out of hugs so you'll always have a hug wherever you go! Sort of like the Cup-a-soup advert, but less blue and without the vague whiff of processed tomato flavourings.
chains_of_irony - sweetie, darling! I would offer you a hug, but I'm all squeezed out after manufacturing mazzie's scarf. I also thought about offering you a snog and a night of utterly fantastic sex, but I've decided it would be unfair of me to present Foulds with such competition, and will say no more about it, magnanimous soul that I am. Instead, I grant you a pair of ruby slippers, not unlike the ones worn in a certain film (though slightly different in that these are ruby knee-boots - see, I'm spreading the glitterlove). This is so that once you've escaped to the land of Oxford, you can always click your heels together three times, and say: "There's no place like Loughborough!" and come back to us every once in a while. Well done, sweetie *hugs*
big_fluff_ball - I was going to make some rather salacious comments about the lovely young medical students you're going to be meeting. But then I thought: 'stop it, hannah. there's no need to bring the tone of the whole thing down to your level.' So, suffice it to say that my gift to you is a white coat and a stethoscope, so that you can you can play doctors and nurses with all those lovely medical students... DAMN! ... I'm sorry, I knew it wouldn't work. I have indeed brought the tone of the whole things down to my level. But I'll make it up to you by also giving you a street map of Oxford so you and Jen can find each other. Well done! *hugs*
Ana - I was going to arrange to have you dipped in chocolate, so that I could stand you next to the computer and lick you occasionally ;-p And, in fact, I think I might still do that... But also, I'm going to learn how to make proper icons, so that I no longer have to steal all yours, and so that I can make lots of gorgeous ones for you, too. *hugs and snogs*
So there you have it - With a 'Ho Ho Ho!' and a glass of sherry on the mantlepiece, I take my leave.
I love you all very much - Merry belated Christmas and a Very Very Gear New Year!
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