Did anyone pick it up? It has green and white beads on it.
― Anna, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― DV, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― N., Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
There wasn't much in there, but it did contain my much loved and much abused credit card. Can you fake my signiture Nick? I suppose it would make up for me stealing all your cigarettes.
― chris, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alan Trewartha, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Emma, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sarah, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Oh Pete - could you? I'm living off my credit card until payday and can't get any money any other way.
And yes - I do have a banging headache and feel vile. I also have to leave the office and go and be nice to people now.
There are other things to report back aren't there?
― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― gareth, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tim, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Shall we go to a bar next time?
Dr. C is very immensely tall, but otherwise surprisingly unlike the bigger (blue) monster in Monsters Inc. I hope he got home unmolested.
Edna you were a blaze of erudite charm. I am "working from home" today AND monday so will attempt to break the back of ahem "Sméagol's Legacy: Gothic Fantasy before and after the Hobbit"
― mark s, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I really think it's time you returned this to Ronan.
I too remember seeing it living on tables so it is vaguely possible that it fell into someones bag. Sorry.
ronan has the liver of a 45-yr-old surely (why i am humouring you dastoor i don't know: I ALREADY MADE THIS JOKE PLEASE YES EXCUSE ME)
― RickyT, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Oh yeah - sorry. Skim reading posts. Shocking, I know. Anyway, people are always making the same joke as I made in a really clever and subtle way ten hours earlier, so it's payback time.
It was lovely to meet/re-meet/properly meet you all. I had a great time. (Except I went to Macdonald's in Chancery Lane before I got the tube and tried to go to the loo and there was someone (probably a couple) in there and they didn't come out for ages and then when I knocked on the door a few times she TEASED me for needing a piss - I bet you're dying, she said - and so I had to wander off muttering invective and hold it in all the way home.)
― Sam, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Weren't there urinals to use though? Or a disabled loo?
On the strength of hearing Rip it Up, btw, I hereby retract anything bad I've ever said about OJ. I think I laid into them in a classic or dud early doors. Totally great, at least until I change my mind again. Who was I explaining this process to last night....?
― Dr. C, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ronan, Friday, 22 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I feel like Paula Yates, scanning the internet relentlessly for stories about myself. EVEN ONES ABOUT MY LIVER. ITS ALL GOOD DAMN IT.