On the Twelth Day of Christmas
Quote of the moment:
"Hello, the living room of renowned theatrical director Roger De Bris' elegant Upper East Side townhouse on a sunny Tuesday afternoon in June. Whom may I say is calling?" - The Producers
Not even a partridge in a pear tree yet. I fear my hypothetical true love is a slacker. Must be why we're so attracted to each other.
I'm blogging from the unusual location of the staff-room at Wellesley House. It's the only place in the school with an internet accessing computer other than the actual IT room, which is all the way up the far end by the Headmaster's house. I have no wish to venture that far and besides, it's more fun coming here, especially at this time of night. The feeling that Filch could jump out on you on the way is joined by the lurking fear of Professor Snape arriving in a swirl of black robes.
Yes indeed, I've been reduced to... reading. Not much else to do here other than that or swimming. Revision comes a distant third.
Hogmanay in Edinburgh was awesome once again, although we didn't seem to have such amazing powers of junk food demolition this year: there seemed to be a fair amount left at the end. Ditto the booze, although why anyone would want that gin is beyond me. Apple sours-type-stuff on the other hand... well, my stomach cramps were better than Jim and Kaz's vomiting. Can anyone remember if Vince hurled from that too?
"Hello, the living room of renowned theatrical director Roger De Bris' elegant Upper East Side townhouse on a sunny Tuesday afternoon in June. Whom may I say is calling?" - The Producers
Not even a partridge in a pear tree yet. I fear my hypothetical true love is a slacker. Must be why we're so attracted to each other.
I'm blogging from the unusual location of the staff-room at Wellesley House. It's the only place in the school with an internet accessing computer other than the actual IT room, which is all the way up the far end by the Headmaster's house. I have no wish to venture that far and besides, it's more fun coming here, especially at this time of night. The feeling that Filch could jump out on you on the way is joined by the lurking fear of Professor Snape arriving in a swirl of black robes.
Yes indeed, I've been reduced to... reading. Not much else to do here other than that or swimming. Revision comes a distant third.
Hogmanay in Edinburgh was awesome once again, although we didn't seem to have such amazing powers of junk food demolition this year: there seemed to be a fair amount left at the end. Ditto the booze, although why anyone would want that gin is beyond me. Apple sours-type-stuff on the other hand... well, my stomach cramps were better than Jim and Kaz's vomiting. Can anyone remember if Vince hurled from that too?
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although why anyone would want that gin is beyond me - I seem to remember that was Anna's idea. She wanted G&T.
No. Vince hurled the first night. Beer with a touch of whiskey, remember? I have to say, Jim spewing, projectile style, was highly entertaining, if not for him, for me. What was more amazing, was that it actually landed in the bucket. Ah, the memories.
Oh, you know what? There were no bloody Jaffa Cakes!
w00t the producers :D I take it you've seen it then? Is this at last matthew broderick's return to ferris bueller form?! :D
Hahahaha it landed in the bucket?! Score.
Aw djyou guys have jaffa cakes last time? Niiice.. Full Moon... Harf Mooon... TOTAL ECLIPSE >:)
in the toilet with quite accurate aim - Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHA. Dare I laugh at that anymore? Aim, I must say Vince, ain't your strong point when it comes to toilets. Trust me on this one.
Lol... I remember sitting there saying "full moon... half moon... total eclipse..."
Matthew Broderick was awesome in Godzilla :p
Not as good as Jean Reno though... it's the saucy way he says "French Roast"... BOOM BOOM!
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