What was I thinking?
Oh, right.
It looks like I posted about what I was thinking...but I didn't post about what we did.
Hot damn that was a good night out. We three kings rolled out into Southampton full mightily, hitting the funky bars 'The Orange Rooms' and Mono, and then, after accidentally bumping into a rather spinky young lady who we knew from high school (who just happened to be out with all her other student nurse friends...), we sallied forth to a little club called Rhino.
Not a Rhino of the Spearmint variety, I might add.
All was good and well, picking up pizza and lush pasties on the way back to Dave's for films and drinks, where James ate three pasties in quick succession and promptly fell asleep.
Excellent.
The rest of the weekend was a melée of internationally acclaimed computer-based fun and frolics, as well as going to see Matrix Revolutions.
Other outcomes from the weekend involved us reaching the conclusion that miniature ponies only exist because they are a cheap way of getting out of the 'Daddy, can I have a pony?' question, and, by way of being too small to ride, their only virtue is that they are easily portable.
Dave seems to think this will be all the socialising we'll get to do before Christmas. He is wrong.
It is his destiny.


Every time.
Was the same in the Matrix.
It is your destiny can ONLY be used in a Star Wars movie and uttered by Lord Vader!
* gets geek coat
* Passes Gordon his Geek Coat if only because only geeks call Darth Vader by his honorific*
Miniature ponies also have the advantage of being more fuel efficient than larger models thanks to their their smaller size, and their lower ground clearance cuts down wind resisitance.
Oh, and the lower mileage means they hold their resale value better.
plus they seriously cut down on the occurance of traumatic head injuries as a result of low-slung bridges.
How low slung would these bridges be, considering the fact that only a Malibu Barbie would be able to use a miniature pony for transportation?
Ah, I see.
You'll be talking about THESE then, Shivery?