try glasgow more

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?

Also:

As it is my birthday on Tuesday, would Glasgow like to come out with me on Friday, for celebrations? I want to go to the Konaki on Sauchiehall St because it is my favourite restaurant ever, but then we could go somewhere else afterwards to meet up with non-Greek-eaters. It is quite near Stereo, but I kind of hate Stereo. It is also quite near The Tap, which has just been painted black, but I don't know whether that means it is any better than ever before. Still, who wants to come to the Konaki?

I'm going to the park now, I think. I don't know why I didn't before.

Last night; Simon was having a nice time. We actually went to The Garage. I'm not sure exactly how bad it was, but it wasn't exactly good. But RJG's arm danced. And we found a flapjack girl.

Another Bowlie admirer vote, which I hope is from Mandee.

More importantly, what happened to your beard?!

(xpost - someone sieged your beard?)

I put a coupla drops (scared) in a pasta sauce that cathy and I made, a coupla weeks ago. I could taste it but cathy said she couldn't. I thought it was nice!

guest - Sir Richard Bishop from the Sun City Girls. Woot!

I will be posting something to that effect later today.

what did your mum think?

Of my trip? It got her to actually write her First E-mail Ever to me in response to my blogs. A momentous occasion.

me fuckin' head

thank you all. it was absolutely fantastic to see you. reading this and speaking to some of the others, it sounds like i had a fantastic time. fucked if i can remember, though.

i liked barfly, although they could have been playing acker bilk's greatest hits and i'd still have been happy.

the effort of typing this is all but killing me. shit.

thursday, then. hoo jesus.

that might have been where i went wrong.

more recently, i snubbed prince philip. he stood behind my desk and tried to engage me in conversation about sub-editing. i ignored him, because i disagree with his right to exist. he fucked off to talk to my boss instead; i tried to run over his foot with my chair but missed and knocked over my bin instead.

ah, it's all coming back to me, the great royal visit of ... whenever it was. stet wore a suit especially for the occasion, the big royalist lickspittle. i think he even combed his hair into a forelock so he could tug it.

there was an unfunny incident with a singing fish as well. crappy days.