this is off topic
and i don't care. i just had the joy of driving around london trying to find a property with the ridiculous address of "51 1/2 warwick road". how in the name of arse do you get an address like fifty one and a half? it's like harry potter; i was expecting to have to tap the third brick three times to get in.

anyway. when i finally found it, i had abandoned the car many streets away. as i had no change, i put the hazards on and crossed my fingers. but i'd been easily half an hour pissing around looking for this place. when i had finally done the deed, i ran back. to find my car surrounded by menacing drunks with cups full of meths.

oh yes - they were all menacing the traffic warden, yelling, "we saw her, she's just gone to buy a ticket, you're not giving her a fine, look, there she is..."

come on, how glorious is that?!

on topic now - my nice luxury toffee fudge ice cream disappeared from my freezer last night and the empty tub, complete with spoon, was on the floor by my flatmate's bed. she reckons she "must have got up in the night and eaten it in her sleep". and i believe her too, it's entirely plausible.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 11:29, Reply)