dead brains don't dance

I have! been absorbed!

It’s the end! of an era! - the deadline! is the 20th, so today! I’ve finally! merged! my old! skool flickr! account!

In other! news! last night was the annual! LibDeb sossidge’n’mash and quiz! (that’s enough exclamations!) night, wherein ramtops and I ran the bar, as we did last year. The night went very well, I think, though the quiz suffered from the usual (current affairs)==(incomprehensible celebrity shite that we know not wot of). Today we return the unsold wine and boxes of glasses to the Tipple and, later this afternoon, join a FUG posse to check, map and photograph the dodgy bits of the North East corner of the LA footpath network between the Park’n’Ride and Brissle.

Bristol flickr meet last night, at the Bell off Jamaica Street. On my birthday it was, too, and I certainly had a good time.

I think there must have been something wrong with the beer though, as I feel distinctlyblurrily unwell today. Fragile, even.

Oh well. Chickie shoop for lunch has helped a bit; the Dexter sirloin steaks thawing in the kitchen meat safe should complete the job tonight.

distended with blood, and flipped over onto its back on a book (sorry ianmcdonald, but it's what I'm reading and it was handy); it detached itself from Iggy, having presumably had its fill, only to end up splatted on the patio steps, next to the gobbets of the local population of exploded molluscs.