We said he was, but he wasn't, he also said he wasn't what we said he was and therefore we both agree that he's not what we both said he was, simply.
Wearing a pair of Clem's trews ( :s ) and my Fleetwood Mac feat. Christopher Cross Tusk Tour tee
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing The Mamas & The Papas - My Girl
Dreamt about nothing, as far as I know.
Currently reading Actually. Nothing. I may cry. Still.
Present MSN name Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds -- which is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.
Talking to no one
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day huuuuuurgh!
I honestly didn’t think people would believe it, but they did. Why would anyone post someone’s death for serious on MySpaz? No, to clear things up: Joe is very much alive and was in on the prank. It was a bit of a sick joke, but it was funny at the time, thought it wasn’t my idea, particularly because we thought that people would have realised it was all very tongue-in-cheek and sarcastic. But no. I still can’t believe it. We, as far as I know were just taking the piss out of Joe because he kept being sick from the time when he was drinking (before midnight) right to pretty much just before we left at midday. Come onnnn… Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, I s’pose, that’s all I can say about it. Rampant CPR? A pint of vodka? Dead? And the first thing we do is post it on MySpaz? Uh, no.
So, briefly, the party last night was… entertaining. I called for Verity at Sainsburys and then we went to Clem’s where she and I prepared the BBQ food, though we needn’t have bothered because it’s not like anyone really ate any, anyway. I spent God knows how long cutting up peppers, onions and cherry tomatoes for kebabs and preparing nibbles and drinks and to be honest, we had more than enough. That, and the BBQ itself didn’t work and we only succeeded in smoking out the whole garden and the neighbours. I got started on the cider which may have been a bad idea as it’s very deceiving, so I got a bit drunker than I meant to. And paid for my sins.
So, at the party’s maximum, we had Clem, James, Joe (not dead, I promise!), Rhebus, me, Herry, Mike, Fishy, Fishy’s guest (Charlotte), Fido, Emma, Rosie and Gregorious and it was generally pretty close knit and cool, except Fishy and Charlotte seemed pretty shy which wasn’t good but I wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it.
Anyway, the vibrating duck wasn’t in use, much to everyone’s disappointment and we had to make do with the flappy lobster and the spatulas. Ha!
I say ‘we’, but really it was only Fido and Rosie who were making full utilization of the hot tub. Ahem. But nothing really happened there, or so they maintain. Ahem again.
Amy kept trying to pull down my bikini pants, I have no idea why.
I spent a couple of hours with Verity looking after me (bless her, I felt so bad for her) and then when she left, by James (bless him also) while I pretty much laid on the bathroom floor feeling sorry for myself and being slowly warmed by the heated floor. Cider is very deceiving and I think I felt worse with it than I ever did when I’ve been drunk on beer. And, from what I know, I drank less cider than I would have beer. Hmmm. Never again. Famous last words, aye?
James and Verity got me loads of water and then James pretty much put me to bed in the room next door and made sure I didn’t die. Then I felt a bit better and came downstairs and hung out with the guys and made drunken jokes with them about all manner of things. It has been decided by unanimous vote that we shall get Greeny a purple silken box as our leaving present to him. He’ll never understand… or so he’ll lead us to believe.
I looked after Joe a bit and made him drink a few mugs of water and he was sick all night. Great fun.
Some people gradually left before I came downstairs, some people stayed. Eventually, it was just Greg, Clem, myself, Herry, Joe and James, so after much lying around and some cleaning of the house, we made breakfast and then decided to write the MySpaz announcement with Joe’s assistance. After that, I came home and wrote this. I am not to have a bath as I feel scuzzy.
Have fun and remember that Joe’s not dead; we’re just horrible, cruel people.
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing The Mamas & The Papas - My Girl
Dreamt about nothing, as far as I know.
Currently reading Actually. Nothing. I may cry. Still.
Present MSN name Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds -- which is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.
Talking to no one
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day huuuuuurgh!
I honestly didn’t think people would believe it, but they did. Why would anyone post someone’s death for serious on MySpaz? No, to clear things up: Joe is very much alive and was in on the prank. It was a bit of a sick joke, but it was funny at the time, thought it wasn’t my idea, particularly because we thought that people would have realised it was all very tongue-in-cheek and sarcastic. But no. I still can’t believe it. We, as far as I know were just taking the piss out of Joe because he kept being sick from the time when he was drinking (before midnight) right to pretty much just before we left at midday. Come onnnn… Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, I s’pose, that’s all I can say about it. Rampant CPR? A pint of vodka? Dead? And the first thing we do is post it on MySpaz? Uh, no.
So, briefly, the party last night was… entertaining. I called for Verity at Sainsburys and then we went to Clem’s where she and I prepared the BBQ food, though we needn’t have bothered because it’s not like anyone really ate any, anyway. I spent God knows how long cutting up peppers, onions and cherry tomatoes for kebabs and preparing nibbles and drinks and to be honest, we had more than enough. That, and the BBQ itself didn’t work and we only succeeded in smoking out the whole garden and the neighbours. I got started on the cider which may have been a bad idea as it’s very deceiving, so I got a bit drunker than I meant to. And paid for my sins.
So, at the party’s maximum, we had Clem, James, Joe (not dead, I promise!), Rhebus, me, Herry, Mike, Fishy, Fishy’s guest (Charlotte), Fido, Emma, Rosie and Gregorious and it was generally pretty close knit and cool, except Fishy and Charlotte seemed pretty shy which wasn’t good but I wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it.
Anyway, the vibrating duck wasn’t in use, much to everyone’s disappointment and we had to make do with the flappy lobster and the spatulas. Ha!
I say ‘we’, but really it was only Fido and Rosie who were making full utilization of the hot tub. Ahem. But nothing really happened there, or so they maintain. Ahem again.
Amy kept trying to pull down my bikini pants, I have no idea why.
I spent a couple of hours with Verity looking after me (bless her, I felt so bad for her) and then when she left, by James (bless him also) while I pretty much laid on the bathroom floor feeling sorry for myself and being slowly warmed by the heated floor. Cider is very deceiving and I think I felt worse with it than I ever did when I’ve been drunk on beer. And, from what I know, I drank less cider than I would have beer. Hmmm. Never again. Famous last words, aye?
James and Verity got me loads of water and then James pretty much put me to bed in the room next door and made sure I didn’t die. Then I felt a bit better and came downstairs and hung out with the guys and made drunken jokes with them about all manner of things. It has been decided by unanimous vote that we shall get Greeny a purple silken box as our leaving present to him. He’ll never understand… or so he’ll lead us to believe.
I looked after Joe a bit and made him drink a few mugs of water and he was sick all night. Great fun.
Some people gradually left before I came downstairs, some people stayed. Eventually, it was just Greg, Clem, myself, Herry, Joe and James, so after much lying around and some cleaning of the house, we made breakfast and then decided to write the MySpaz announcement with Joe’s assistance. After that, I came home and wrote this. I am not to have a bath as I feel scuzzy.
Have fun and remember that Joe’s not dead; we’re just horrible, cruel people.
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