Friday, August 01, 2003
Anyway, got home from work yesterday to find a summons from Plums to come into the Imperial presence as she warped through London. So we made our way to the Princess Louise in Holborn. God knows why we've met there as no-one really likes it. It's a big bar in a small pub, so everyone is squeezed against the wall and it can be difficult if you're in a group of more than one person to be able to speak to one another. Plus it's an independent pub so the drink is all piss in a pint glass.
So, there was Nina, resplendent with her homemade Jenny Everywhere and joycore badges, Joe, Mel, Rob and Dan, for starters. Spent some time with Dan discussing the possibilities of Richard Dean Anderson slash (I'm personally more interested in the possibilities of Teal'c and Daniel Jackson, not least because I can imagine Teal'c singing "Daniel Jackson, I want to take you to a gay bar, I want to take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!") and the Gollum-MTV movie acceptence speech. Nina and Camel of course were chatting about Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix which soon cross-pollinated with our discussion to descend into Potter-slash.
Lot's of badly dressed Goths heading upstairs as well. There is no excuse for someone in their twenties with a top hat and walking cane. Far too many fishnets. And people trying to be Neo or Trinity. Fuck's sake. Every time a TV show tries to portray people as Goths? That's what this shower looked like. If you were upstairs at the Princess Louise last night: You looked like a twat and I despise you!
Meanwhile, as I already mentioned, Amity was there and has the idea that we can double-drag ourselves as the White Stripes, which is cool by me. I did ask whether, to aid the verisimilitude of her performance as Jack White she would break her hand and start taking loads of coke (allegedly), she turned it down. At the moment she looks a bit like one of the Ladytron girls who's just got out of bed. Mmmmm!
The aforementioned piss-as-beer-substitute situation meant I was drinking coke all night, so got hungover on the sugar. As the night went on and two people there decided to start having an argument in front of the rest of us, before noticing how we were all busy looking the other way or nipping off to the loo and going off to the other side of the bar, but when the story of the Birthday Party From Hell in 2000 came up (which involved several people present, some of which didn't behave in a particularly honourable manner), which we tend to keep bringing up in the way you tongue a raw spot in your mouth even though you know it'll hurt, I decided it was time to leave. Got home around 11:30 then couldn't settle to sleep until about 1:00 or 2:00 am.
Camel and Amity are both trying to entice me down for Brighton Pride next weekend. Still in two minds, though I think it might end up depending on whether it's raining or not. Apparently Brighton Pride is like London Pride only NOT shit, so I'm seriously tempted.
So, there was Nina, resplendent with her homemade Jenny Everywhere and joycore badges, Joe, Mel, Rob and Dan, for starters. Spent some time with Dan discussing the possibilities of Richard Dean Anderson slash (I'm personally more interested in the possibilities of Teal'c and Daniel Jackson, not least because I can imagine Teal'c singing "Daniel Jackson, I want to take you to a gay bar, I want to take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!") and the Gollum-MTV movie acceptence speech. Nina and Camel of course were chatting about Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix which soon cross-pollinated with our discussion to descend into Potter-slash.
Lot's of badly dressed Goths heading upstairs as well. There is no excuse for someone in their twenties with a top hat and walking cane. Far too many fishnets. And people trying to be Neo or Trinity. Fuck's sake. Every time a TV show tries to portray people as Goths? That's what this shower looked like. If you were upstairs at the Princess Louise last night: You looked like a twat and I despise you!
Meanwhile, as I already mentioned, Amity was there and has the idea that we can double-drag ourselves as the White Stripes, which is cool by me. I did ask whether, to aid the verisimilitude of her performance as Jack White she would break her hand and start taking loads of coke (allegedly), she turned it down. At the moment she looks a bit like one of the Ladytron girls who's just got out of bed. Mmmmm!
The aforementioned piss-as-beer-substitute situation meant I was drinking coke all night, so got hungover on the sugar. As the night went on and two people there decided to start having an argument in front of the rest of us, before noticing how we were all busy looking the other way or nipping off to the loo and going off to the other side of the bar, but when the story of the Birthday Party From Hell in 2000 came up (which involved several people present, some of which didn't behave in a particularly honourable manner), which we tend to keep bringing up in the way you tongue a raw spot in your mouth even though you know it'll hurt, I decided it was time to leave. Got home around 11:30 then couldn't settle to sleep until about 1:00 or 2:00 am.
Camel and Amity are both trying to entice me down for Brighton Pride next weekend. Still in two minds, though I think it might end up depending on whether it's raining or not. Apparently Brighton Pride is like London Pride only NOT shit, so I'm seriously tempted.
