typing stuff about myself
So. Achieved a good haircut, finally, finally. I will never grow my hair long again. Until the next time I'm too lazy to go to the hairdressers. Found a dress for friend's hen night, in the nick of time. Also nice shoes. These are they. This was all very cheering. Night in question was held at the Pigalle Club in Piccadilly, which was pretty much fun on toast. The food was a bit of all right, too. even though my tarte tatin finally arrived at about 10.47, and we had to leave to catch our train at 10.50 (ah, the perils of provincial living). I got it all down though. I'm not one to leave a tarte behind.
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My ability to put my foot in my mouth has not diminished in the least, I am pleased to report. Note my reply to the person (a friend of the hen unknown to me) who suggested as we were about to sit down for dinner that, "It might be nice if we all had to sit next to people we don't know. So if we could organise ourselves to sit one two, one two, like this -- don't we think that might be a nice idea?"
To which I said into the deafening silence (bellowed really, in slow motion), "Noooo!" Which was very rude of me. It was an involuntary reaction, really, brought on by the flashbacks I was having to my schooldays. The person in question seemed a little hurt, but later got her own back by trying to flip me upside down as we were dancing to the Jive Aces.
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I expected today to be a lot of fun too, what with my new haircut to spend time with. Unfortunately, the humidity and the hangover conspired to make me feel like a piece of lead in a bucket of slugs. I ate (too many) bits of things and watched a lot of Battlestar Galactica. Occasionally I phoned people to bore them with my opinions about Battlestar Galactica. I also feel about as creative as... a carpet. Or something.
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Also. I am going to try and join the fabled choir on Tuesday. *trepidation* Unfortunately, this clashes with Maestro. NOES! My conducting fix! I shall have to crank up the video recording machine, start stoking up its furnace, set the dials, etc.
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Also. I love Jane Austen. See how Anne Elliot totally delivers what I believe is known as the smackdown here, to Captain Harville:
"... I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon women's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs all talk of women's fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men."
"Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything."
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Quite right. And so to bed.
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My ability to put my foot in my mouth has not diminished in the least, I am pleased to report. Note my reply to the person (a friend of the hen unknown to me) who suggested as we were about to sit down for dinner that, "It might be nice if we all had to sit next to people we don't know. So if we could organise ourselves to sit one two, one two, like this -- don't we think that might be a nice idea?"
To which I said into the deafening silence (bellowed really, in slow motion), "Noooo!" Which was very rude of me. It was an involuntary reaction, really, brought on by the flashbacks I was having to my schooldays. The person in question seemed a little hurt, but later got her own back by trying to flip me upside down as we were dancing to the Jive Aces.
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I expected today to be a lot of fun too, what with my new haircut to spend time with. Unfortunately, the humidity and the hangover conspired to make me feel like a piece of lead in a bucket of slugs. I ate (too many) bits of things and watched a lot of Battlestar Galactica. Occasionally I phoned people to bore them with my opinions about Battlestar Galactica. I also feel about as creative as... a carpet. Or something.
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Also. I am going to try and join the fabled choir on Tuesday. *trepidation* Unfortunately, this clashes with Maestro. NOES! My conducting fix! I shall have to crank up the video recording machine, start stoking up its furnace, set the dials, etc.
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Also. I love Jane Austen. See how Anne Elliot totally delivers what I believe is known as the smackdown here, to Captain Harville:
"... I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon women's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs all talk of women's fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men."
"Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything."
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Quite right. And so to bed.