So, I spent the weekend in London, with tinselworm and then astrolabus. Went to the zoo, and up the Shard, and various other places (pubs, so many pubs, oh God ( Read more... )

( In which I am confused by plastic fruit, buy too many books for someone travelling with a rucksack, and spend a weekend making incredibly bad puns )

I'se back! From the weekend of win! *flops*

Full update later, as it's taken me almost 12 hours to get home, but suffice to say it was ace and I wish I was still there *pines*

So round about November I went on the internet and I found this...and an epic holiday of win was spawned.

( In which I display an obsessive tendency to take photos of *everything* )

Right. I'm packed. I think. Mostly. What have I forgotten ( Read more... )

( cut for length, rambling and Dylan spoilers )

Soyes. Saturday afternoon went down into Falmouth to peruse the Oyster Festival - to discover a certain three men lurking in the crowd. No, not those three....these three:

( Dara! Rory! Griff! And a fourth random oyster shucker! )

So last night I was forced invited to go and see Mamma Mia with some friends from work. Bloody hell, Meryl Streep can sing, can't she! Pierce Brosnan can't though, hehehe. Still, Pierce in a wet shirt makes up for this, I feel ( Read more... )