natter, natter, natter

Been Old Orleans w/Steph and Laura. Laura has most odd phobias - claustrophobia in restaurants, which also means she gets nauseous in them. Restaurants and crowds she's not used to.

Have made discovery : never drink margaritas or pina colada there *again*. Bugger all alcohol, is what.

Of course, they both profess they couldn't manage dessert and then ask for extra spoons when I get mine... grrr. A girl's dessert is sacred, do you hear me? You don't see anyone asking to share your damn starter or main course. Taste, yes, but the dessert is mine and keep your spoons out of it.

na-na-na-nah he-ey gooooodbye

No, I have no excuse for humming Bananarama lyrics. Am just in inexplicably good mood.

Had five minute interview for HMV, went okay, await call backs. Read Empire on way home from town, then as rounded into my close, saw the neighbourhood kids all lined up playing kick-shoe. (simple : see how far you can kick the shoe you're wearing off your foot) I won every time. Never underestimate the unassuming Clarks stack-heeled mule work shoe. All a matter of kicking far and long and using your ankle rather than leg.

Also : Harry Potter pics. swoon and thud. Tom Felton and Daniel Radcliffe - stop that, perving on underage boys is wrong. Especially you, Tom Felton, stop doing the 'I'm evil, I'm God and your question was, peon...?'

Plus the bunnies have resurrected themselves. Completed my sun-moon slayer (thus called cos it's in the time period of Rosemary's Sutcliffe's Sun Horse, Moon Horse, early celtic, way before the Romans came to these isles) story last night, sent it off to the betas, and since I'm going out later