Having been effectively placed on the naughty step by several of my friends yesterday due to combatative attitude and inability to stop being a dick I spent today far from the intertubes, acquiring sunburn. This has been done in the company of Chris, strawberries, ice-cream, olive bread (oh god that was nice) and humous and Pringles, and because of ( Read more... )

There was going to be a lengthy post here about why it's a dick move to dismiss all of dance and everything associated with it just because you, personally, aren't good at it and have some weirdo perfectionist freakout where you can't enjoy something if you're not AMAZING at it - I got half-way through this beast of a post and I realised I could ( Read more... )

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I got lost on the way and entered into an unspoken bargain with an Old Gent in the vicinty of Sloane Square whereby if he gave me directions to the Saatchi, I would get my smelly middle-class ass off his nice shiny-wealthy pavement. Do not wish to return to SS for a good long time, it gives me the creeps and a bad case of Class War, and I haven't ( Read more... )

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Had itchy feets today and decided to run away from house. Sadly, no one in their right mind will even consider going to Morris Dancing with me, and it is a social thing and I do not do those on my own due to Fail. So I went for a walk and a photography, wrote some notes for fic without the intertubes distracting me with their lack of interaction ( ( Read more... )

(Clearly Gabe and Pete are mating in my head ( Read more... )