Well, IT'S FRIDAY!
Woo.
I'm checking out a flat in St. Albans tonight, which should be fun. More on that on Monday. I haven't done any writing in bloody ages and that is annoying me. Allie flits off to Cranfield on Sunday, which gives me the entire day to drink too much espresso and play Lord of the Rings write.
I have a lot of projects I'd like to start, a few of which I've been giving the unprecedented attention of planning and making notes on. The only unfortunate thing is that I've tried starting a couple of them, including the potential novella, and then gone back and been a bit surprised at how cacky it all seems.
Blogging is so much more seductive.
And it is all your fault, you licentious, voracious readers, you.
Thanks.
Good Form
Everyone is doing good things at the moment, but in a few cases I've been enjoying some things more than others (I'm a fussy bastard, I know). Here's a quick run down...
Relly went away for a while, and now she's been back a while more, and is in SUCH good form that it seems almost criminal not to put her link in capitals. Sparkly bits from the Old Laundry basket include a magnificent tirade about popcorn, and the ongoing grinchy bloggy bits about wedding magazines have had some interesting results...
The Manly Smell shuffled off this mortal coil today, but hopefully not permanently.
There's a big ole sexy hoo-hah cookin' up in the domain of The Green Fairy, with lots of saucy and confessional comments, making it a hot box to watch. Mike even popped in to give everyone his 'Golden Number', despite being dead. Nice to know that there's broadband on the other side.
El pequeño buho trotted out this masterpiece the other day, ostensibly for her broadsheet readers. Go see.
Advance Bookings
Anyhow, due to my easily anticipated failure in the attempt to draw up a mailing list in time, I will start taking orders for Monday morning coffee now, but I take no responsibility for any trauma or other injuries (however induced) resulting from the bad karma of ordering Monday's coffee now.
On your own head be it.
Coffee, anyone?
Pint please - if it isn't too much trouble
i won't need any coffee on monday because we have the day off over here wheeeeeeeeee
I'll have a cup of Chai please Stuart - no sugar
I'll have a tall skinny latte please, with cinnamon. And a muffin. No, two muffins. In fact two muffins, and a piece of rocky road.
Not that I'm anticipating a bad Monday morning or anything....
I'll have whatever the coffee machine can produce extremely quietly, please. And two Alka Seltzer.
Coffee comes in pints? I'll take one of those bad boys...
Oh, and the most cinnamonny oatmeal rasin cookie you can muster, if you please.
Coffee comes in goddamn buckets round here if you want it to, buddy...although I confess to alarm at finding a comment from your good self so early on a Monday...