:raises head groggily:

Well, that's just the usual me on sunday.

Went into town for Ming's birthday, meeting up at 3pm for drinks followed by 8pm Tapas bar. I went in a fair bit earlier so I could wander round a couple of exhibitions - decided on those in the Tate Britain. The freestanding one using trees was good, but Lucian Freud - which was the second to last day - you weren't allowed in until 4:30. Bastards.

Anyway, met several strange and weird people of Mings' acquaintance - work, fencing, running-around-with-rifles-on-manoeuvres. I managed to scar some of the people with slash.... :g: One proclaimed that I've taken his purity level down 10%. I do good work. Tapas bar, food went round and was eaten, then collared the waiter and told him 'same again'. We seriously couldn't move. Turns out I drank the most, being on Archers alcopops, far stronger than the beer they were on. V. strange when you realise this. Have also experienced the really odd thing of everyone putting their credit card in to pay for the bill - seven different receipts. They just laughed when I expressed my surprise, telling me I'd obviously never been out with a bunch of consultants.

wrimo

This year's Nanowrimo (write a 50,000 word novel in the month of novemeber) is proving to be difficult. Sign up in a week's time. Last time I only managed 11,963. And I had a plot. This year I have.... 'werewolves'. Yep. That's it. one word. help.

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