After a gruelling 5 weeks or so, we nabbed the "Best Presentation" Challenge Shield, which is really something (I would guess!!), seeing that we had to brave vicarious curses, repeated ingestions of NUH food-fairee grub, and envy in ze form of evulle queries from the floor. Those last we threw back as velvet slaps, Ha.
I told all in the LT that "'Single' does not mean she's a virgin," to general amusement and not a little mortification on my part. I had to ask D's silly questions. And I live in digital eternity as the one with many fingers and a lithe limb. The Shame! Ehehe. |

Watched "la mala educacion" by Almodovar, searched in vain for Spanish lyrics of "Moon River" plaintively sung by the little Ignacio. Gael stunning as usual, and the melodies! J accrues hedonistic requests to a value of 19 quid, after which he becomes ze bearer of illegal parcels. How does one attain to a state such as this -- hazard, desert, cafeteria (or so memory whispers, in sequinned rouge-feathers-lime arabesques of smoke). Ehehe, by candlelight, three score and ten, a disregard for time, and many fanciful larks.
Arbiter duties in wintry LT30. By a magnificent effort kept eyes open, images thence to gray matter, sound from pinna to same, and sleep patting her cloak in gentle welcome. I resisted. |