You can't go wrong with a weekend that contains all of the following elements:
1. Dinner with the Slough contingent of my merry band, at which it was decided that "a whole group of us" would shortly spend a weekend in a haunted house "somewhere in Wales" with the aim of scaring ourselves silly with the aid of EMF readers, night-vision thingies, special ink, trigger objects and whatnot. Bring it on!
2. Accidentally watching an entertaining programme on Channel 5 in which a lot of completely naked people discussed what they like about their own genitalia. Best moment:
MAN ON TELLY: Look, I can make my cock touch the bottom of this pint glass! (Proceeds to demonstrate)
THE LOVELY L: Oh my God - they drink out of that*!
3. An outrageously expensive haircut. Or rather, two haircuts, as the 'stylist' saw fit to make part of it curly and part of it straight. I soon battered it back into its usual shapeless mess, though. Result!
4. Lunch in Islington (no. of Nathan Barleys to the square foot: 4.5) with ex-Mr P, who's looking mighty handsome these days. Not that he didn't before, but you know what I mean.
5. A tip-top Martha Wainwright gig at the Shepherd's Bush Empire, which was a bit like a game of See How Many Bookish Female Guardian Readers We Can Cram Into One Medium-Sized Former Theatre. (LC describes it better).
6. Dancing to early 90s indie classics at the Borderline in Charing Cross Road.
7. A protracted moonlit walk through the streets of London in - hmm - entertaining company.
8. Sunday lunch and second-hand book shopping with TR in Camden.
Marvellous.
* In reference to the pint glass, obviously. Why, what were *you* thinking?
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12 comments:
You ended up in the Borderline? Oh dear lord...
(likuw - er... dunno, but it sounds highly unsanitary)
Indeed - and it was great. So there!
I went for a nicewalk this weekend, if you were wondering. Which was nice.
Shame on you, W - surely you should have been chained to your fireside armchair ploughing your way through Cryptonomicon?
early 90's classics is just a bit modern for me:-)
Moonlit walks in entertaining company? Sounds like the start of a very dodgy film!
Lost boys Flash Back again dear?
Ha Jack - I'd forgotten about him/her. Yes, that was commendably weird.
Aginoth: Lost Boys...Lost Boys...hmm. Well as I recall, the weekend didn't include any jumping off bridges, hanging out with Kiefer Sutherland, consorting with the Frog Brothers or listening to the Doors, but then I *could* have blocked all of that out of my memory...
Oh I see, you weren't talking to me. Doh.
Mrs A: It didn't *seem* like the start of a dodgy film, but what do I know?
A: The Lost Boys isn't dodgy - it's a classic!
you betcha it's a classic:
sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die.
sounds like a good life to me
Grandpa was the head vamp you know - he never eats, only drinks red "root beer" and knows exactly where/who all the other vamps \are!
PS, don't I deserve a link yet:-(?
I'm *such* a bad guest! Apologies.
oh, please blog the overnight excitement. what a great plan!
charl, like all great plans, it's one that will probably never get off the ground.
But just in case - does anyone know any haunted houses in deepest Wales that one can just...err...rock up to and camp overnight?
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