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[May. 23rd, 2008|06:58 pm] |
The second birthday tattoo. Far less painful than the first. Cìara was a little freaked out when the eyes filled with blood.
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| the Grim Squeaker |
[May. 22nd, 2008|11:45 pm] |
Will be taking better photos once it's healed.
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[Jan. 4th, 2008|07:59 am] |
Title Being an Account of the Love Life of Seamus Finnegan, Aged 16, as Told by His Rapidly Disappearing Sanity. Featuring a Full Cast of Cooing Girls, Disgusted Boys, Imaginary Squibs and Twinkle-Eyed Professors. With 1000 Elephants!
Author ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tea_fiend and agenttrojie
Pairing Seamus Finnegan and Albus Dumbledore. Unrequited, in this snippet at least.
Disclaimer We don't own them. If they're going to do things like this, we don't want to own them, either. The desire for Seamus/Dumbledore is the sole property of hyel
( In the beginning... ) |
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[Sep. 20th, 2006|04:08 pm] |
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| ridiculously addictive |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|02:09 am] |
Apparently, anytime anyone follows this link and actually registers with Puzzle Pirates, I get 1500 pieces of eight. So if anyone fancies registering, even if you don't want to play, do it via the link, pretty please?
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[Jul. 21st, 2006|02:29 pm] |
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I'm an arch demon or a gelatinous cube. That dungeon thingy doesn't like me too much, I suspect. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2006|02:19 pm] |
I escaped from the Dungeon of Tea Fiend!I killed Kimya Dawson the owlbear. I looted the Dagger of Star Trek, the Sword of Thinking, the Armour of Donnie Darko, a Figurine of Kay Elf and 65 gold pieces. Score: 115 Explore the Dungeon of Tea Fiend and try to beat this score, or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon... |
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| reposting as instructed |
[Jul. 19th, 2006|07:02 pm] |
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours |
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| extremely not good |
[Jul. 15th, 2006|06:41 pm] |
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Seems I had a psychic moment last night when I rang Mum to check Susie wasn't in the Lebanon. She's been based in Abu Dhabi, but was in Beirut with friends for a wedding. They've decided against heading for Damascus, what with the Israelis bombing the shit out of the border, and the German embassy has advised them to stay put for now. There's a six year old girl with them, who's getting really confused, because she keeps hearing "thunder" and yet it doesn't rain. Jill's having kittens, obviously, but she's a bit calmer now that she's managed to speak to Susie and been reassured that, for now, she's alright. She's going to ring Mum as soon as there's any more news. Fingers crossed Susie makes it out alive. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2006|01:38 pm] |
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Interesting evening yesterday. Went to Adelphi to see Mark play. First band was sort of standard crap. Second brought new meaning to the idea of random and horrible noise. Third were blatantly just not very good musicians. So in comparison, even though it really wasn't my sort of music, Mark's band sounded very good.
Bo was there, unfortunately. He called me babe, which I didn't particularly appreciate. He asked how I'd been, I replied "hot and sticky, mostly", and he said he'd always thought of me as a hot and sticky sort of person. That, unsurprisingly, did not go down too well. Then he nicked my fag and dropped the ash from it in my hair. I was not impressed at all. Mark made him apologise on his knees, but it wasn't sincere in the least and so was rather pointless. This is what happens when the space normally occupied by personality is entirely overtaken by ego.
Tom's managed to cock up Sarah's finances again. £200 out of her account because of a Barclaycard he was meant to contact the bank about and hasn't bothered. Grrr. |
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| livin' wit' da Smurf |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|01:33 pm] |
Moved in on Monday. Everything's going well so far. We're still actually talking, and there's no stroppiness or bad atmosphere. This makes a wonderful change.
Becky's had her baby. 12.57am on July 5th. He was just under 7lbs, which struck me as odd, given how late he was. He's lighter than Maisy was, and she was a week early. Haven't been to see him yet. Will have to do that soon. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2006|05:09 pm] |
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Rocky Horror was ace. All those half-naked greased-up men cavorting about the stage. I thought the way their pants kept disappearing up their ass cracks was a nice touch. Bit bizarre seeing Derek off EastEnders doing the Timewarp though.
Went round Matt's new place for Thea's birthday afterwards. She's 17, bless her. So very young. And yet I had 21 year old sort-of-friends at 17 too. Never really occurs to me that they must be 25 and ancient by now. Seems a little odd to be making friends with so many young people, but Thea's lot seem friendly enough, and the eye candy that is Erik is always worthwhile.
Smurf rang earlier, disturbing me from a dream in which I was stabbing Kym. We're signing the tenancy on Monday, and I'm moving in the following Monday (July 3rd). Which has suddenly reminded me that it's Dad's birthday in less than a fortnight, crap. Why hasn't the Great God Pterry got a new book out for me to get him? He's already got Thud! and Where's My Cow? Should be very easy to get weed once I'm at Smurf's. Matt's just moved to Princes Road, and his place is directly over the road from the end of St Augustine's.
Matt seems to be going out with Annie. Presumably she was listening intently when I was singing his praises to her the other month in Spids, and by singing praises I do of course mean telling her what a lovely and satisfying penis he has. I do hope he appreciates me putting in a good word for him, assuming he knows about that conversation, of course.
Was a random drunk scally round at Matt's last night. Wasn't too much fun - he kept showing me his arse, or trying to. Didn't succeed, as I was behatted and could thus hide my eyes. The guy went outside to throw up at one point, and must have been rolling in the grass, because he was covered in dog shit when he came back in. Not just on his outer clothes either, he'd managed to get it on his boxers. Guy was a complete twat, although Man Covered In Dog Shit Falls Over would make a very funny headline, or so we all thought when it happened.
Bernie's coming over this weekend. Should be entertaining. Mum and Dad always get too stoned and go to bed, so it ends up being just me and Bernie sat caning. Must be a little strange for him, as he's known me all my life. Indeed, there is photographic evidence of this, in the form of pictures of he and I walking hand in hand along Spurn Point. I was so small at the time that it was all I could do to even reach his hand. Only bugger about him coming over is Dad's been getting a bit shirty with Mum about the state of the house (why he can't tidy himself if he's so bothered, we've never been able to work out), so she's been grumpy and cleaning all day. Which means nothing is where I left it. Oh well. |
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| Maisy Rose Kellow |
[May. 21st, 2006|01:08 pm] |
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Andy rang just before 1am yesterday to tell me I had a niece, weighing 7lbs 3oz. It was the easiest labour imaginable, and only took four hours. No tearing, no haemmorhaging, no stitches. And Maisy is ginger, as we suspected. How on earth do I upload a photo of her so everyone can see? |
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[May. 2nd, 2006|05:06 am] |
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Didn't do much for the one year anniversary. Just read a book. It always makes me think of him every time I go to bog in Adelphi though, and it's written on the wall. R.I.P. to the Z.O.G. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2006|01:33 pm] |
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Going to go over to Manchester to see Kay at the end of next month. Would like to go sooner and rig some new trousers, but alas, she has exams to revise for and then is going down south for a week. Will be good to see her though, last time was on my nineteenth, ie two years ago. For some reason I don't seem to be as excited about this upcoming birthday as I have been in previous years. Possibly because I'm going to be a proper grownup. |
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| old friends |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|12:34 am] |
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Myspace certainly has its uses. Was talking to Smurf about who she was in the pub with the other week, and she said she'd been with Sophie and her mate Ben. Which Ben? Check on her myspace, Smurf said, you'll find him. Yhe Ben in question is Ben Gridley, James Gridley's little brother, and through him I've come across Ian Appleyard again. Ian Appleyard and James Gridley, along with Thom Hobbs and Richard Foot, were my sister's mates way back when she was at Cott. Many and irritating were the times I'd be walking down a corridor in first year and be startled by a cry of "Little Barr!" from Thom or Ian. Both were also at the only party Emily had at home, which sadly ended when Michael Crichton smashed a bottle over the bathroom sink. I was, of course, gatecrashing in a twelve-year-old lame way, and the others were telling Ian he ought to kiss me. Unsurprisingly, hue resisted. Ah, fond memories. It's nice to talk to him again (plus he grew up to be even more attractive than he was at fifteen).
Getting broadband in a week! Hurrah! It's been dire being stuck with crappy dialup after switching over to broadband a couple of years back. |
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| I can't believe this |
[Apr. 14th, 2006|02:09 am] |
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Talking to Trojie about the curse, she mentions one that she suspects may have been a miscarriage. Congrats on your first miscarriage, I say. She says aye, but it's worrying, because one time she might not miscarry, and in NZ, it transpires, you can only have abortions if you were raped or are of unsound mind. WTF? I knew the US was screwy here but I thought NZ had more sense than that. I'm sort of shocked and amazed. And also once again left thinking "why do people bitch at me so much for being proud of being English inasmuch as I'm proud of anything?" The English are a bit shitty, I'll admit that much. But we've got the NHS (who could object to everyone deserving medical treatment?), we've got the dole (just because someone's down on their luck we won't let them starve and their children die through neglect), and we've got abortion on demand to a degree (because how exactly do a few cells have the same rights as a living human being?)
I really thought NZ would've got past that. Granted I'm biased by my own views here, but I really am shocked that in NZ such views are still prevalent.
Meanwhile, went for a pint with Mark and sorted stuff out, which was good. Kat's back this weekend and I've bagsied her for Sunday night. Sweet.
Tom nearly used Canesten instead of toothpaste. Note to self - never ever forget that. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2006|11:04 pm] |
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I'm very glad I went out tonight. Technically spent nearly fifteen quid of tomorrow's giro that I can't really spare, but it was worth it. It was Manchester Jess's birthday and they were drinking in Queen's prior to Welly. Thinking of my prior birthdays, one thing that always stands out is when someone really unexpected turns up, and I don't know Jess very well. She seemed pleased I'd turned up. And extra pleased that I bought her a drink, as what with my perpetual skintedness it's not often people get drinks out of me.
Was also good to catch up with Rob. He'd no money at all, and I couldn't leave him in that state, so borrowed cash off Tom so I could get him a drink. His grin meant it was definitely worth it. Kym didn't seem too impressed that I was borrowing cash (giro tomorrow, have to buy ticket to Blackpool to see Placebo, but Doug said he'd lend me cash, usw, usw) but it's worth it to make Rob smile. He's like Ziekk - worth going above and beyond the call of duty for. He's seeing a therapist, and it seems to be really helping. I'm glad about that, his head seems a lot better than it was last I saw him. He's promised to come to our housewarming, and also said he'd come to Battle of the Bands with us on Wednesday, if I go and collect him. Wohoo! And he is, of course, still too fine for words. Yum. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2006|04:02 am] |
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Oh good, that wasn't blood on my hand. Not sure what it was though.
So, random guy in the queue tried it on. Randon fat guy on the way home tried it on. Stalker Dave tried it on. Fit girl in bogs took my number. Did I suddenly get attractive and not notice?
Shouldn't have got SD to buy me a drink. Shouldn't've even made eye contact with SD. SD seems to be under the impression that buying a girl a drink means a) said girl fancies him and b) said girl will shag him given the slightest opportunity. He really needs to be disabused of this view. He also needs to talk to Cìara about how my view of the world works; ie I am a cheeky sod and will ask anyone for a drink, and do not normally view this as an invitation to sex. Argh.
Still, not a bad Spids night. Finally met MJ's little sister Miranda. She was clearly far too drunk to comprehend anything. Still have yet to met Hannah, the younger sister. Still have yet to see MJ since shagging him. Hopefully that will not be awkward. Won't be on my part. Hopefully he won't decide shagging someone means he can never speak to them again. But this is MJ we're talking about. He wouldn't stop talking to ANY girl, especially if she'd shagged him (albeit accidentally).
Can't think of owt else to say. Hugs to ozw if he's reading this. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|03:06 pm] |
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Why do I never remember to update this thing?
Only two more nights to spend on the Dread Sofa Of Doom. Beds I have had in my life: a cot which I can't remember; a 2'6 bunk bed made of collapsing metal tubes; an incredibly uncomfortable single bed in a southern hell-hole; a broken sofa-bed (though the ass pit was quite comfortable); a two-seater sofa. One day I will own a brand new double bed. It will be a good day.
Bit worried about Ziekk. He's not a happy bunny at the moment. Alas, there's not a great deal that can be done to cheer him up. |
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