The Importance of... good tailoring.

Aug 31, 2009 00:18

Today I galavanted with Rain. It was a delayed galavant because she overslept, but still. Bread, coffee and white chocolate spread amidst tales of Russia, cockroaches, the Beeb and strangely cool retro cushions. Yey!

Then to the bead shop in Carnaby Street where I spent money I shouldn't have but have some very shiny stones to show for it. Then a random shop because I liked the dress in the window. (It's okay, I thought, it won't fit me or suit me and it will have a price tag so ridiculous I'll stalk off in disgust. I was unfortunately wrong on all three accounts.) I now have a new dress. This for obvious reasons is very bad, but shiny.

After that, cake and cider in the jazz cafe at Foyles and much discussion of life, plans and the foolishness of us vs the trouble with boys. I now possibly have to not buy alcohol for two months at least to redress my budget, but it was a good day none the less =)

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I've just watched Les Miserables* - the version with Liam Neeson, Geoffrey Rush and Uma Therman in it.

It has pretty much fekk all to recommend it, sad to say, and some of the changes they made would have had Monsieur Hugo gnawing the hinges off his crypt and screaming, 'You don't get it - that defeats the whole POINT!'

I personally was quite irritated when Marius appeared to be half dead at the barricades from a grazed knee. (Seriously - that was the only damn scratch on him. Tsk - these bloody aristos don't know they're born.) Although on the subject of Marius... I know he is the young Romeo character and I'm meant to find him attractive. Upon seeing the boy my reaction actually was a sharp intake of breath and a reverent murmur of, "Dear glorious gods above! Will you get an eyeful of his coat! *drool* Ooooh my, look at the lapels on that..."

It occurs to me I'm possibly not like other girls.
There are many boys I'd like to get naked but it's only ever so I can pike their clothes, boots and various pieces of weaponry.

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*= Les Miserables - the epic story of one man's petty crime which he repays, repents and then spends the rest of his life attempting to redress mostly by ensuring his adopted daughter remains a happy perfect princess in blissful ignorance even if he has to half drown in sewers, purposefully burn a hole in his arm or relinquish all will to eat or live to achieve such.

monstering, sunday gentleman

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