You had plenty money 1922

:pokes scales: this extra 5lbs is clearly due to you lying. Nothing to do with how much ridiculously good food was eaten in cornwall. Especially the thunder and lightning cream teas.

Anyhoo : Kernow was medium warm with quite a few showers. Not really sitting on the beach weather, though me and Meg did manage to get somewhat soaked from the waist down when paddling and getting hypothermia. Visited several gardens (where it was guaranteed that yours truly would wander down any overgrown path or path that led to water - Jen is convinced that I was an otter in a past life), accidentally fell into superdrug and animal a lot (a regular cry was 'we've lost Heather again!'), thoroughly tested the waterproof capabilities of the non-waterproof version of no.7 mascara by getting smacked in the face with large quantities of seawater when crossing back from St. Mawes whilst getting laughed at by the ferry men, picked up a lot of sea glass, ate disgustingly well, and resisted the large quantities of very shiny jewellery. And watched a lot of one-sided conversations between Jen and seagulls. Taking several moments to mentally translate whatever Cornish placename Meg was mangling this time, as well as having to translate whatever she mangled for the ears of poor train conductors and other lifeforms. Jen having a nasty habit of taking photos of me gurning.

Oh, and in Bistro de la Mer, came across the unheard-of question in a British restaurant of 'do you have non-alcoholic beer?' from a German tourist. Mostly because if you don't want alcohol in the UK, you ask for a soft drink rather than a foul-tasting substitute.

Also: Pierce Brosnan, repaint your house. That shade of green is really bloody ugly and your house can be seen by everyone in the bay.

Things to piss yourself laughing to : Rob Brydon being terribly, terribly adorable on I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue. (and somewhat scary when he puts on an accent - he doesn't sound like himself at all so you think it's part of a recording) Being the only person in the room to know what Cushy Butterfield is supposed to sound like. Paul Bettany and Brian Helgeland on the A Knight's Tale commentary. Some Like It Hot in general because it is just that fabulous. (and having finally watched Bringing Up Baby, that's a scarily dead-on impression of Cary Grant, Mr. Curtis)

in other news, does anyone know how to remove nail polish from cotton knit? Have already applied nail polish remover - that's taken off a tiny bit but it appears to have sunk into the fibers so looks more like an ink stain. bright blue nail polish. yellow dress. HELP.

Look : smudged eyeliner, messy curls that've got hair product in to stay that way, etc.

Mid-morning : grabbing people and going 'augh, does this look like just a mess or a *calculated* mess?'

So far the consensus is calculated mess that works. phew. And now that the paranoia moment has passed, I'm fine with it.

Listened to the new track from Prodigy, 'Omen'. Consensus : meh. Doesn't really sound like much, no decent hook, nothing to distinguish it from any other group. Boys, this is no 'Breathe', 'Voodoo People' or 'Firestarter'.

Hmm. In the ongoing quest to free up storage space, I just realised I've got 2/3 shelf of videos. Some, unfortunately, I don't have dvd duplicates of (Laurence Fishburne/Branagh Othello, come out on R2 dvd already!) but I believe I should be able to safely ditch stuff like Best of Father Ted.

btw : I implore you to watch Todd Carty's Dancing on Ice ...performance. A man who manages to be even more shite at ice skating than John Sargeant's attempt at ballroom dancing. They actually made a *feature* of it in the choreography. scores from the judges of 1.0 and 2.0, but *they're* crying with laughter - which makes them look like good sports unlike the Strictly Come Dancing lot.

Was re-reading Warren Ellis' Crecy, which has the best one line sum-up of the two-finger gesture possible.

"I can kill you from 200 yards away with these."

Which gets me wondering : what in the nine hells does your one-finger gesture actually *mean*? Seriously, what's it supposed to imitate? Most rude and obscene gestures have some sort of real-life thing behind them. Throat-slitting, the motion of wanking, imitation of how small your John Thomas might be, that fist-pumping gesture which I *think* means 'cuckold/you're fucked' etc, etc.

Woot. The cold has kicked in properly. (got it on tuesday - last person in the dept) Throat not just sore, throat hurting when I cough. YAY. Have produced sign* to point to so I don't have to explain anything or go 'fuck off, will you?' when someone comes over to ask if I'm all right when in the middle of a coughing fit. Already used it once.

Fuck. the body cannot decide what temperature it wants to be today. Heat rash kicked in on the train platform this morning, so spent entire ride to Paddington itching like crazy (and of course freezing once the heat rash died down, because body, that's what happens when you decide to get rid of a bunch of heat quickly when it's a cold morning) and my temperature's just gone up *again*...

:sigh: Is it a truism that all the other girls in the office will turn up looking utterly fabulous when you're feeling grotty? I've seen three stunning tops, two great skirts, one really impressive make-up job and three fabulous hair days walk in the door this morning. Though I did get Emma going yesterday 'Look at me - ooo, it's the turquoise glittery one today.' Appear to have got a bit of a rep for multi-coloured eyeliner.

*To whom it may concern : if you hear me coughing, wheezing, attempting to throw up my lungs, having what sounds like an asthma attack, fighting for breath, etc, IGNORE IT. I don't have asthma or TB, this is me having a cold. Unless it's gone on for months, in which case you have the right to kick me to the GP.

Bollocks. Where the hell do I find accurate slang terms for gay in the '40s? It was invert in the 20s/30s, but I can't find any sites that'll actually tell me what the everyday slang for them was (variations on gay + history + slang + terminology + 1940s bring up giant slang lists with no time stamp or what the laws were). 'Homosexual' was the official polite term, but I can't find what *normal* people used. With a definition of 'normal' being the middle class term *and* the common slang term *and* what the community itself used. Searching on people like Wilfrid Brambell and Kenneth Williams turns out to be sodding useless because all I get are refs to Fantabulosa and the Curse of Steptoe and the fact that Wilf got done for cottaging. Not to mention most of said films - which I saw - took place in the '60s. Celluloid Closet, from what I remember, had bugger all on 1940s UK films. (yes, Pevensies in England post PC fic - I'm involving the parents, who I really need to name. The fic is mostly about the parents' reaction to finding out that Peter is going for career military, but I need to throw in some random comments on the others.) Gah. to little_details I go....

We're not dead yet. on the other hand, we could be in the middle of a black hole (time stretched infinitely) or part of a sims computer program so not actually know it...

REPENT. (okay, except for you atheists. and the ones in the religions that don't believe in hell, damnation, or anything like that. But you scientologists are just going to get it in the neck anyway. Om doesn't love you.)

Trying out new mascara. Maybelline define-a-lash. If I have great streams down my face by the end of the afternoon, I'll know it not very rub/water/life-proof. Mind you, wearing mascara if you haven't worn it in months feels fucking weird. Slightly gummy.

Well, the Narnia fic has been sent off again. Still not sure about fight scene. Lucy-the-beta may need a bit of translating for certain Briticisms. probably will work better when it's split into three separate fics.

really need to work on nano plot/exactly what scenes, since I only have one-liners so far....

Oi, Jen, Gideon, when did you want to go see the Trocks?

nothing like going into boots, and everything you're getting is... essentials.

Went in for toothpaste and floss. And then remembered I was nearly out of moisturiser. And then saw that the basics range had small tubes of moisturiser - perfect for sticking in washbag. (less likely to forget that way). Grabbed some nail polish wipes for travel bag purposes. Got to till, get informed that the dental stuff is 3-for-2, so leg it and get another toothbrush.

Yeah. In other news, Bourjois has new liquid eyeshadow that they're discounting to a fiver until sept. Tis metallic shiny colours and I need to replace half my makeup as it is - anyone know what its staying power is?

Due tot he frankly blegh and cold weather yesterday (what, half an hour of sun?), got 90% of dress done. Just got to put zip in (yay more tacking) and hem and put the edging on.