try glasgow more

KATRINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

actually, no. we shan't do that. not now we're all growed up and mature.

another reminder, then: beer/birthday action, tomorrow (saturday), mono, 8.30 on. everybody welcome, whether we know each other or not.

you might even get to see stet humiliating me in a painful way. the git.

"right, barfly."
"nah. woodside."
"blue dog."
"GARAGE!"
"fuck off!"
"bleeeeugh, spew."
"you cunt, those are my best keks."

etc

text us (my mobile works fine in barfly, which always surprises me).

They are secret admirer messages, sent by Cilla Black. Recently I got 2 bowlie Secret Admirer Matches. (For once it was pretty easy to guess the people who sent the admiration.)

No nudes, is good nudes.

Tonight I stood behind Stew Beardmag in the queue for the bar at the Woodside for about half an hour. I debated whether to talk to him, but then everyone in the Woody decided to queue jump by being his mate, so I decided not to bother and stood silently fuming instead. Then bought four Bacardi Breezers so I didn't have to go and queue ever again. I hate NPL bar queues.

castle? keith, i might be calling you about this :0

Oh gosh, I'm really sorry! I didn't recognise you. Sorry about the queue jumping, I think that was a friend's camp work mates turning up. That queue was bad though, especially when it was so hot. I went to Optimo a couple of weeks ago and that was like a Sauna, but this was possibly even worse.
We ended up going to a party afterwards where that old guy with glasses who does amazing interpretative dancing was at. He's called Andrew and has written most of the staff recommendations on the first floor of the Sauchie Hall St branch of Waterstones.
I saw Dahlin on the dancefloor but didn't get a chance to chat to her. I did talk to Mr Dahlin though.

Thanks to Glasgow for another excellent night of ruin. Glasgow, you're good. Barfly, on the other hand, is rotten. Apart from when they played Doctoring the Tardis. That was fun.

I suppose I'd also better apologise to Madchen and Stet for any nasty diseases transmitted by Ryan's "toilet treasures". Hehehehe.

How's the head, grimly? You seemed rather, erm, pished.

Grimly was so entertainingly drunk that he singlehandedly managed to convince my husband that not all mentalists are actually mentalists. The mister was all "S1mon ROCKS! He's excellent". Normally he's "your friend are all off the internet. LOSER!!", but somehow he's now been convinced that this is, in fact, an OK thing.

I'm not sure how one conversation with a very drunk bloke is more important evidence than, you know, the fact that he's known all my perfectly normal internet mentalist companions for ages.

Hello Ned! Where are you now?