Gun it once for the hillbillys just to make them shit.

Drinks and dinner this evening with kekhmet, who is suddenly both poor (cut to half hours) and temporarily between houses with cat. I am most upset we can't offer a few days' assistance, as we have a bed but we also have cat wars already ... but I can wine and dine her.

Dinner at Soba, just off Oxford Street, which is somewhat Wagamamaish British Japanese and not too bad and quite affordable (£34 the both of us including tip), then to not-M:Alice upstairs at the Intrepid Fox. Downstairs is the usual dive for rockers gone to seed, but upstairs was an altogether classier happening. A wonderfully pleasant after-hours goth lounge experience and you can talk over the excellent trad-goth and post-punk music. I strongly recommend it for your Tuesday evenings in future. Buy your drinks upstairs to make the place look good to the pub. Meg and Ian (who has a LiveJournal but I don't know what it is) and I told IT war stories. I drank Newkie Brown and filled her with double Jack and cokes. She toddled off pleasantly soused enough to relax slightly from her week but not enough to puke up her stomach in the morning. So far so good.

Wednesday evening, redcountess and I plan to hit the Dev for punctured_lung's leaving London drinkies. Whatever it takes.