Skin turned and held sweat.

[reddragdiva]

I'm in St. Albans this evening. redcountess is a lot better, so, in a change from looking after a sick person, I'm looking after a sick person. arkady is resembling a drowned rat with pink hair. It is wonderful to see her again.

Today I encountered the most comprehensively fucked abortion of a dot-com concept I've seen in years. This is 2004, not 1998; but bad ideas concocted by marketers down the pub on a Tuesday afternoon will always involve getting someone else to pay for their cocaine. This idea will not in fact be the saviour of underemployed London freelancers. But I know an organisation that will ride their forthcoming expensive publicity for all it's worth. Can you tell what it is yet?

Note: I'll probably stop at the Dev on the way home tomorrow afternoon. valkyriekaren, I have your cloves. Anyone else likely to show? When?

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[wednesday]

What is a dev?

ZZy esc-ZZy... what the hell; why isn't this vi*?

[damerell.livejournal.com]

The Devonshire Arms in Camden which we passed en route to Zombina at the weekend. A notorious hive of scum and villainy.

[countess-sophia.livejournal.com]

As an under-employed London freelancer I'm stumped... what is this Great Plan?

Soph

[vatine]

I have some vague plans trying to hit Walthamstow for gardening assistance, I imagine one could cirumlocate oneself to the Dev on the way, though. I shall conslt.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

Not sure I'll be ablt to get to the Dev, at least not until this evening; wechsler's parents are around today.

[reddragdiva]

Never mind. I'm sure I'll get some to you before you get sick of waiting and buy three tins yourself ;-)