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I love it when you describe your day, it always sounds so magical! You make me want to garden. But the weather can never make up its mind, the bitch.

Today, I finally replied to my uni offers, and then decided to put on my pointe shoes after many months. I didn't break my toes, so that was good! I'm thinking of making a nutella cake now . . .

Pointe shoes? Are you thinking of becoming a barmaid then?

P.S. - Maximum respect to your toes and calves...
 
I'm going to have a magical evening of yelling enthusiastically at Borderlands 2 and unbuttoning my blouse to distract my boyfriend so he gets killed by the big monsters in it.
 
<Shimmers into room, pausing to admire Ms Serpentine's poppies, Ms. Starry-Eyed's barre work (see what I did there, Bert?) and Mr Fegg's ruthless editing of the Dead Sea Scroll collection in the corner, now resembling a dishevelled doily.>

Good evening, beautiful ones! Mine's a Brandy Alexander, I think, and what can I get the rest of you? You are all, needless to say. looking quite absurdly ravishing.
 
DES *affectionately tackles you to the ground*

sigh I do apologise. I'm a bit tipsy already. But if you don't mind, I might like a White Russian. Please and thank you =D
 
In my younger carefree days, I spent an evening getting elegantly drunk on Brandy Alexanders, and the morning after was miraculously hangover free.
 
<Shimmers into room, pausing to admire Ms Serpentine's poppies, Ms. Starry-Eyed's barre work (see what I did there, Bert?) and Mr Fegg's ruthless editing of the Dead Sea Scroll collection in the corner, now resembling a dishevelled doily.>

Good evening, beautiful ones! Mine's a Brandy Alexander, I think, and what can I get the rest of you? You are all, needless to say. looking quite absurdly ravishing.

I wish I had your skill with words. Nice work on the anti-feminist thread by the way :)

As for the editing, I wouldn't say I'm particularly brutal, in fact regarding the story I just edited [I use the term as loosely as it can be used] My main complaint was it was too short. no idea how I'd do with the dead sea scrolls though....

"And Jesus said unto them: Who do you say I am?"

And they replied: "You are the eschatological manifestation of the ground of our being. The kerygma of which we experience ultimate meaning in our interpersonal relationships."

And Jesus said: "What?"

or

And the LORD spake thus: "From this day forth shalt the children of Israel cease the practice of circumcision. For Man is made in the image of the LORD and quite frankly it maketh the LORD's eyes to water."

I'll get my coat...
 
DES *affectionately tackles you to the ground*

sigh I do apologise. I'm a bit tipsy already. But if you don't mind, I might like a White Russian. Please and thank you =D

What a nicely-brought up young lady you are, Ms Starry-Eyed. A White Russian coming up. Did you say you have accepted university offers? How exciting - congratulations.

Bottoms up!
 
In my younger carefree days, I spent an evening getting elegantly drunk on Brandy Alexanders, and the morning after was miraculously hangover free.

Delighted to make your acquaintance, madam. I too have known, in youth, the gilded path of the Brandy Alexander to bring nothing but joy. But then, I'm one of those annoying people who doesn't get hangovers.

This is not my room, so I hesitate to make too free with it, but I am convinced our fair hostess Ms Serpentine would wish you to make yourself at home with the drinks trolley as with the fire, the cushions and the amusing French lithographs, if you can wrestle the latter out of Bert's hands...
 
Delighted to make your acquaintance, madam. I too have known, in youth, the gilded path of the Brandy Alexander to bring nothing but joy. But then, I'm one of those annoying people who doesn't get hangovers.

This is not my room, so I hesitate to make too free with it, but I am convinced our fair hostess Ms Serpentine would wish you to make yourself at home with the drinks trolley as with the fire, the cushions and the amusing French lithographs, if you can wrestle the latter out of Bert's hands...

I only look at them for the volleyball scores
 
Of course, Bert. It's all right, you're among friends here. You can be honest.

I think I shall start watching a marathon of art movies whilst eating peeled grapes and being fanned with peacock feathers. Just because. So far I have Russian Ark, Un Chien Andalou, Tarkovsky's Mirror - any other suggestions? Or is anyone willing to peel this elegant bunch of Muscat?
 
Of course, Bert. It's all right, you're among friends here. You can be honest.

I think I shall start watching a marathon of art movies whilst eating peeled grapes and being fanned with peacock feathers. Just because. So far I have Russian Ark, Un Chien Andalou, Tarkovsky's Mirror - any other suggestions? Or is anyone willing to peel this elegant bunch of Muscat?

I don't know. Does Trois Couleurs count as art movies? - I'm not ever sure I spelt that right. I should definitely watch them again though.
 
I've only watched Stalker! Keep meaning to get to the others . . .

I would join you, but I'm desperately trying to finish this story for the FAWC. Godammit fingers, work, WORK, I say!
 
Great shout - I'd forgotten about Kieslowski.

So had I it seems - That's who directed them then?

I know they were supposed to follow the themes of Liberte Egalite and Fraternite - but you know I couldn't see that from watching them. Still I have the DVD's so I have no excuse, except that Barbarella is closer:)
 
Ah, the kitsch glories of Duran Duran and the orgasmatron. One of my favourite good bad films.
 
Ah, the kitsch glories of Duran Duran and the orgasmatron. One of my favourite good bad films.

I wouldn't call it a bad film, I mean it was cheesier than socks au gratin, but that was intentional. Calling the leader of the resistance Dildano was a giveaway...
 
It was better than Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! But I still loved that too.
 
It was better than Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! But I still loved that too.

That's one I've yet to see.

I have a copy of Borowczyk's Contes immoraux in French and without subtitles - Does that count as an art film?

Thought not... :(
 
It might, but I have not heard of it so cannot comment. It did remind me, though of an unambiguously art-house film which I love - Cocteau's La Belle et La Bete. Ravishing.
 
It might, but I have not heard of it so cannot comment. It did remind me, though of an unambiguously art-house film which I love - Cocteau's La Belle et La Bete. Ravishing.

I think it would be safer to call it softcore porn, but it's still thought provoking in places.

Call me a philistine - or just uncultured - but I've never seen anything by Jean Cocteau :(
 
I think it would be safer to call it softcore porn, but it's still thought provoking in places.

Call me a philistine - or just uncultured - but I've never seen anything by Jean Cocteau :(

Wasn't he the underwater guy who was looking for the Titanic?
 
I don't know much about Jacques Cousteau, but I was a big fan of Desiree Cousteau, back in the day.

I don't think they're related though.
 
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