When Hell is full, Briony shall walk the earth.
Last week, I succumbed to peer pressure and got a Facebook. It is horribly addictive.
I am using it to host pictures of zombie Bri. Yes, old-skool-Jenny style!
It's been a long time, but being drunk and filled with barbecue and happiness caused me to murder Briony with a chisel. Little did I know that the unique combination of mildew, dead woodlice and hoodoo vibes in our basement actually raises the dead!
A foolhardy Cooper betook himself to investigate the inarticulate cries of "Braaaaiiiiins!" and "Giiiiiinnnn! With a little liiiimmmme in iiiit!" that drifted up from the cellar.
Briony tried to eat his brains, but he was too stoned to be really upset by this. Plus he had access to the zombie's only weakness; wrought iron candle sticks.
They were able to talk out their difference and became fast friends thereafter.
In other, non-zombie related news-
Wednesday: Ceilidh. Absolutely wonderful, although Rowan was as drunk if not drunker than last time which meant the most advanced dance move she could perform was the 'clinging frantically to Tom and whoever else crossed her path.'
Thursday: Lydia, Catherine and I went to see The Three Musketeers ballet on my free ticket bonus. We found it largely incomprehensible but very pretty.
Friday: Lash. I had a blinder of a night and was full of love for the world, which may have had something to do with the magic pixie biscuits that a wandering fakir named Garry gave me.
And when we got back to mine, Morag was there! How super is that?
Saturday: The closing night of The Producers. I am so sad to see it go, the new show we have is fucking appalling, and is followed by One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest starring Shane Riche.
The only blights on my week were a summons from the magistrate relating to matters of tax which I've sorted out now, and a really horrible man who came to stay with us for the weekend, but he is gone now and may he never darken our doorway again.
I'm definitely not bored, but I have this niggling feeling that I should start doing things that don't involve me being drunk all the time, broaden my horizons, you know? Problem is, I really like being drunk.
I am using it to host pictures of zombie Bri. Yes, old-skool-Jenny style!
It's been a long time, but being drunk and filled with barbecue and happiness caused me to murder Briony with a chisel. Little did I know that the unique combination of mildew, dead woodlice and hoodoo vibes in our basement actually raises the dead!
A foolhardy Cooper betook himself to investigate the inarticulate cries of "Braaaaiiiiins!" and "Giiiiiinnnn! With a little liiiimmmme in iiiit!" that drifted up from the cellar.
Briony tried to eat his brains, but he was too stoned to be really upset by this. Plus he had access to the zombie's only weakness; wrought iron candle sticks.
They were able to talk out their difference and became fast friends thereafter.
In other, non-zombie related news-
Wednesday: Ceilidh. Absolutely wonderful, although Rowan was as drunk if not drunker than last time which meant the most advanced dance move she could perform was the 'clinging frantically to Tom and whoever else crossed her path.'
Thursday: Lydia, Catherine and I went to see The Three Musketeers ballet on my free ticket bonus. We found it largely incomprehensible but very pretty.
Friday: Lash. I had a blinder of a night and was full of love for the world, which may have had something to do with the magic pixie biscuits that a wandering fakir named Garry gave me.
And when we got back to mine, Morag was there! How super is that?
Saturday: The closing night of The Producers. I am so sad to see it go, the new show we have is fucking appalling, and is followed by One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest starring Shane Riche.
The only blights on my week were a summons from the magistrate relating to matters of tax which I've sorted out now, and a really horrible man who came to stay with us for the weekend, but he is gone now and may he never darken our doorway again.
I'm definitely not bored, but I have this niggling feeling that I should start doing things that don't involve me being drunk all the time, broaden my horizons, you know? Problem is, I really like being drunk.