Last weekend
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violetcreme last weekend! Probably because as soon as I returned home I had to go and join the rest of my family for the long wait in A&E because Vi had tripped and whacked her face on the bottom stair as I was driving back (don't worry, she's fine) and was therefore distracted away from the previous 24 hours, which were epic and awesome and various other annoying Americanised enthusiasms.
Miss C, you see, lives, as those who know Miss C might expect her to, in a fucking MANSION. Admittedly, it's a mansion that's been turned into flats, but they're lovely flats that are probably a little bigger than our house and they have Grounds. I believe my first words of greeting were 'You have fucking squirrels! They're frolicking!'
Missy C also has an iPod full of Kids TV Themes. We kicked off the weekend headbanging to the Knightmare theme while driving to Sainsburys. It's a very good way to commence a Saturday night. There was pizza, tiffin, a whole champers bottle worth of Bucks Fizz, I actually got into Strictly for the first and probably only time. (Highlights: 'He looks like a drunken uncle at a wedding'... 'he's a bit spasmodic... you're a bit Spasmodic.') There was also rather a lot of Quantum Leap, the 'Die Hard' TNG episode, which prompted a loud 'Oh my GOD' from Missy C once Picard got into his jodhpurs, thus exposing the Captain's Log, and we wrote a manifesto that was going to save British Journalism & TV Drama. I don't remember a lot of it, but I think it involved Terry Wogan.
Needless to say, it was brilliant, and plans are afoot to do it again on a bigger scale. Hurrah!
violetcreme last weekend! Probably because as soon as I returned home I had to go and join the rest of my family for the long wait in A&E because Vi had tripped and whacked her face on the bottom stair as I was driving back (don't worry, she's fine) and was therefore distracted away from the previous 24 hours, which were epic and awesome and various other annoying Americanised enthusiasms.Miss C, you see, lives, as those who know Miss C might expect her to, in a fucking MANSION. Admittedly, it's a mansion that's been turned into flats, but they're lovely flats that are probably a little bigger than our house and they have Grounds. I believe my first words of greeting were 'You have fucking squirrels! They're frolicking!'
Missy C also has an iPod full of Kids TV Themes. We kicked off the weekend headbanging to the Knightmare theme while driving to Sainsburys. It's a very good way to commence a Saturday night. There was pizza, tiffin, a whole champers bottle worth of Bucks Fizz, I actually got into Strictly for the first and probably only time. (Highlights: 'He looks like a drunken uncle at a wedding'... 'he's a bit spasmodic... you're a bit Spasmodic.') There was also rather a lot of Quantum Leap, the 'Die Hard' TNG episode, which prompted a loud 'Oh my GOD' from Missy C once Picard got into his jodhpurs, thus exposing the Captain's Log, and we wrote a manifesto that was going to save British Journalism & TV Drama. I don't remember a lot of it, but I think it involved Terry Wogan.
Needless to say, it was brilliant, and plans are afoot to do it again on a bigger scale. Hurrah!
