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I've been drinking beer with coke all night, and the amount of intensely dubious looks I've got from barpersons is quite comical. I fell in love, as I tend to do, over the fact that someone was lecturing me about Henry V and Agincourt and a random church in Southampton with preserved hair - which I countered with my own Romsey-Abbey-preserved-hair story, topped off with canonisation based on preserved tongue - but sadly he was already attached to a beautiful Polish girlfriend. I danced this sad, sad fact off at a random metal club which was having an '80s night; I am either too old or too young for '80s nights, but still managed to have fun dancing to Madness, Dexys Midnight Runners, mini Michael Jackson and the Proclaimers.

The highlights of my night were that I managed to return home sober - by choice - and the taxi driver sounded like DAVY JONES-AH. Simple pleasures, eh?

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[midnight-violet.livejournal.com]

the proclaimers at a metal club? heee. last time i heard that, there was singing along. death metal stylee.havent managed to get to the fic yet, but the very idea sounds rather comical:)