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T' weekend
Aug. 11th, 2003 12:58 pmFirst, there was meeting Meg at Kings Cross with the greeting of 'British Library? It's cold....' Lurked, looked at Lindisfarne Gospels exhibition, couldn't resist the sound-thingy. There are buttons and noises and things to twiddle.
Came back to Jaq's, watched various extras on dvds and easter eggs. Also Sentinel, where at one point I shushed Meg, saying 'Trying to follow the plot here!'. They proceeded to laugh loudly. Bastards. Also discovered that I know the whole damn script for Singing in the Rain. Ah, wholesome Hollywood threesomes...
Slashmoot was spent in the savannah that was Hyde Park - 90% of people there were firmly sticking to the shade, as were we, and we talked silly things and ate much picnic food.
Pirates of the Caribbean is fabulous, eye candy, historically sound and far too much fun. "Yes, but why is all the rum gone?" We have wholesome pirate threesomes -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monkeycrackmary has definitely coined a new fandom term. Along with many cries of 'mounkeh!' (Yes, dear readers, me and Meg spent part of the weekend doing impressions of the ITV digital monkey...) 'Their love is so piratical/diplomatic/etc etc, etc...'
It's definitely too fucking hot if you can't actually go to sleep until 2am because it's too fucking hot. Also yells of 'Meg, if you're going to the bathroom, will you stick an inch of cold water in t'bath?' However, considering I woke up sometime in the night on Saturday-Sunday to find Meg had grabbed the quilt from the floor to mummify herself in it, I'm still looking for the aliens. Apparently I stop breathing occasionally in my sleep and scare the shit out of her. Heh.
Sunday we proceeded to do the tradtional visit-the National Portrait Gallery and find Chinese/Japanese food before Meg's train. However, after the National portrait, which included an exhibition of gardens and gardeners (v. cool), DJs and the BP Portrait awards, we decided to fling ourselves into the fountain in Trafalgar Square fully clothed to cool off. Should have worn bikini, as it took bloody ages for my denim skirt to dry out - we decided it would be at least politic to make sure we didn't drip over the floor of Hi Sushi, but at least skirt being v. damp/wet meant I stayed relatively cool in the temps of 100 deg F it got up to. Slight case of chlorine, but only casualty was my watch, which after six years of being water resistant up to 40m has acquired a large amount of moisture in its face.
Came back to Jaq's, watched various extras on dvds and easter eggs. Also Sentinel, where at one point I shushed Meg, saying 'Trying to follow the plot here!'. They proceeded to laugh loudly. Bastards. Also discovered that I know the whole damn script for Singing in the Rain. Ah, wholesome Hollywood threesomes...
Slashmoot was spent in the savannah that was Hyde Park - 90% of people there were firmly sticking to the shade, as were we, and we talked silly things and ate much picnic food.
Pirates of the Caribbean is fabulous, eye candy, historically sound and far too much fun. "Yes, but why is all the rum gone?" We have wholesome pirate threesomes -
monkeycrackmary has definitely coined a new fandom term. Along with many cries of 'mounkeh!' (Yes, dear readers, me and Meg spent part of the weekend doing impressions of the ITV digital monkey...) 'Their love is so piratical/diplomatic/etc etc, etc...'It's definitely too fucking hot if you can't actually go to sleep until 2am because it's too fucking hot. Also yells of 'Meg, if you're going to the bathroom, will you stick an inch of cold water in t'bath?' However, considering I woke up sometime in the night on Saturday-Sunday to find Meg had grabbed the quilt from the floor to mummify herself in it, I'm still looking for the aliens. Apparently I stop breathing occasionally in my sleep and scare the shit out of her. Heh.
Sunday we proceeded to do the tradtional visit-the National Portrait Gallery and find Chinese/Japanese food before Meg's train. However, after the National portrait, which included an exhibition of gardens and gardeners (v. cool), DJs and the BP Portrait awards, we decided to fling ourselves into the fountain in Trafalgar Square fully clothed to cool off. Should have worn bikini, as it took bloody ages for my denim skirt to dry out - we decided it would be at least politic to make sure we didn't drip over the floor of Hi Sushi, but at least skirt being v. damp/wet meant I stayed relatively cool in the temps of 100 deg F it got up to. Slight case of chlorine, but only casualty was my watch, which after six years of being water resistant up to 40m has acquired a large amount of moisture in its face.
