I had quite a lot
mixed into cocktails. Absinthe and vodka martinis anyone? I got off with a few people, told some rather embarrasing stories, snogged a bloke for some reason and woke up on the kitchen floor wrapped in a plastic streetsign thingie surrounded by broken eggs. All in all an interesting experiance
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:43, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Quod erat demonstrandum, Mal will not touch absinthe.

( Maladicta, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:45, Reply)

In all fairness
it was a LOT of fun. or at least I think it was....
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:48, Reply)

I've had that before
where you end up doing something and have no recollection of how or why you came to be doing this thing (in this case, on the knee of a 6'4" goth chap with ringlets and velvet trousers who keeps calling you 'darling' in a plummy accent).

Then again, if I lived in the Midlands I'd drink to numb the pain.
( Maladicta, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:50, Reply)

I live in canterbury
I call the drinking to numb the pain excuse too
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:51, Reply)

Trashford beats Canterbury!
I aspire to be able to afford to live there again!
( Maladicta, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:54, Reply)

Ashford?
Nasty! Okay, Ashford beats Canterbury. But only just.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:56, Reply)

I studied in Canterbury
but I work here and rent is cheaper. Miss the place.
( Maladicta, Sat 14 Nov 2009, 19:00, Reply)