I lived in seclusion for a couple of years in a German farmhouse just drinking beer.

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• The Truth About Goth.

Friday: B-Movie was marvellous and redcountess was well enough to come out and play! Just! She wore out and left by 11:30pm, but got to say hi to everyone. We also drafted the splendid and very bouncy redshira to come visit us.

_nicolai_ was reading LJ on the bus home. Bluetooth from Palm to phone, GPRS to LJ. This is Wrong.

Saturday: Australia has been abolished owing to national stupidity. Apart from that profoundly depressing piece of news, I recovered from six pints (eek!) remarkably well. I did get to walk home from arkady's through Walthamstow in a silver skirt and stockings. At least I cleaned the panda-eye makeup off first. Possibly I should keep emergency trousers at her place.

In the afternoon, we went to the Cockpit in the City for a BOFHbof in honour of sweh and syringavulgaris, who were over from New York. I also met weds for the first time after many years' admiration of her intarweb writings. I drank six and a bit pints of watered-down Director's and Pedigree.

(Happy birthday to muftak, whose party we missed!)

Sunday: Today I noticed that I couldn't find my camera. That would be the one with all the fantastic B-Movie and BOFHbof shots (and movies) on it. FUCK. Liz is still speaking to me, sort of.

Tomorrow I start work. You may ever hear from me again.