― DG, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Josh, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― suzy, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Paul Strange, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― boompatrol22, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Sorry, that was rubbish.
"Fantastic! Somebody's posted a thread of TOTAL UNACCEPTABILITY and now there is rebellion"
or that Stevie T had snapped under the weight of persistent dolphin- related persecution.
― Tom, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
it was only bloody Doompatrol. Again.
(sorry for not finishing message first time, a DPesque touch mind you)
― Dan Perry, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Talk about an inauspicious return to the world of ILE. ;-)
― Nicole, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kate the Saint, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dave M., Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And Sherlock Holmes was rubbish anyway. Dr Watson was clearly the brains behind the operation.
And Paul, yes, I've heard it. That Ananda Shankar album that we erm... got a little frisky to last week. Definitely mysterious orgasm music.
Love the idea that Kate, Nicole and me were all gleefully trolling ONE ANOTHER long after he had rolled his window up and told his chauffeur to motor him elsewhere.
(Tho actually I was baking, not trolling.)
― Steven James, Friday, 20 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tonight at House Of Gastroporn I am making Keema Peas, lovely tomato- based hot curry (peas, lamb mince) with light cardamom flavour and a really stunning afterkick. Mmmmmm. SUCH an unproductive day. However that's what I get for being a sucker for FREE ABSINTHE.
Mmmm, curry. I'm about to start making some gastroporn of my own for tomorrow afternoon. And speaking of free absinthe, is it a good idea if I bring my bottle of absinthe tomorrow? It's hardcore 10% wormwood stuff that my bassist brought back from Eastern Europe, and I've been saving it for a special occasion...
However, I'm not sure that the first time a whole gang of boisterous and argumentative drunkards getting together on a rooftop is exactly the sort of special occasion that really *needs* absinthe.
Also, should I be on the wagon tomorrow or no? If I show up shitfaced to SF again, Paul is going to throw ME out on my ass... sigh.
I am going to DIE on the sofa for awhile. If anyone needs me, I'm going To The Shops tomorrow morning to get everything I think we might need, eg. paper plates and the Kahlua and the Dazs.
― Ed, Saturday, 21 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dada, Sunday, 7 December 2003 04:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― ModJ (ModJ), Sunday, 7 December 2003 04:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dada, Sunday, 7 December 2003 04:39 (twenty-two years ago)