Evening internet
I've had a lovely day at the Natural history museum looking at dead stuff. It's so nice and cool in there, unlike here which is like an oven at present. I think I'll make like a fern and start misting myself.

This evening's important question...If you could be famous for any one thing, what would it be?
( Mary's sexbox explosion makes me The Jesus, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:35, Reply)

Evenin' beckyletters!
I've done almost every last scrap of packing, and treated myself to a bath with beer (drinking it, not bathing in it). And am now suitably tipsy, and most excited about moving to Londonville in a mere THREE days!

I have no food though, as it is packed and at the bottom of a large pile of boxes, so if anyone would like to ferry some food to Northampton for me I'd be very delighted.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:39, Reply)

Why did you pack food with three days til you move? That's just silly
I've ordered a pizza as my flatmates are shouting at each other in the kitchen and I refuse to be drawn into it like last time.
( Mary's sexbox explosion makes me The Jesus, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:41, Reply)

I eat the boss's food during the week.
Oh yes. Except that he has family round so I can't purloin anything exciting without being seen.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:44, Reply)

Oh and...
The dog still has food. Grr. Smug git.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:50, Reply)

Evening!
It's sweltering here too - got all my windows open but it's doing no good whatsoever :S

I'd be famous as a novelist - all the kudos and people know the name, but more chance of staying anonymous and not mobbed in the street. That bit would piss me off.
(Boss Keloid Following Hitler with bourbon biscuits, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:39, Reply)

If I could be famous...
I forgot this part... It would be for learning how to fly. (Alton Towers last week. Still wishing I could recreate Air in my back garden.)
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:45, Reply)

I'm melting. Melting.
And I'd like to be famous for having written one of the most critically acclaimed yet non-pretentious novels of the century.
( crackhouseceilidhband - "refreshing and logical", Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:46, Reply)

I'd like to be a famous femme fatale.
Like Mata Hari but with a less dangerous life.
( big-girl's-baubles has lived someone else's life by mistake, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:52, Reply)

So
a more or less non fatale femme fatale?
(Boss Keloid Following Hitler with bourbon biscuits, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:55, Reply)

That's about the size of it : )
As the showgirl said to the bishop.
( big-girl's-baubles has lived someone else's life by mistake, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:56, Reply)

:)
A femme cordiale then!
(Boss Keloid Following Hitler with bourbon biscuits, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:58, Reply)

I have reached a pleasant state of temperatureness.
I would hate to be famous, but if it was for just one thing, that thing would be be guitar playing.

I would rather be infamous and do something globally naughty.
( clendrix spit-roasting on an open fire Bring on the Jazz Chickens!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:53, Reply)

^ this.
(The infamity, I can take or leave the guitar playing)
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:54, Reply)

Infamy Infamy, they've all got it in for me.
Still makes me giggle.
( big-girl's-baubles has lived someone else's life by mistake, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 19:57, Reply)

inventing something cool
or for assasinating all the cunts
( mictoboy, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:01, Reply)

I'ld quite like to go down in history by doing something quite big on the internet.
I donno, making the next Facebook or something.
( Dance, Gonz, where ever you may be, for you are the lord of the dance settee. Disclaimer: I'm joking, soz for potential offence., Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:13, Reply)

Haha, my cat's a waterbaby


I was misting myself when he jumped up and started getting in the way. Totally loved it.
( Mary's sexbox explosion makes me The Jesus, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:19, Reply)

Are you sure you didn't drown him
He looks v wet!
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:24, Reply)

I've just found a packet of Birds instant custard!
Defrosted manky fish pie + birds instant custard = Feast the dog would be jealous of!
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:28, Reply)

Ouch.
Custard powder + boiling water + stir vigoourously + retard = custard burns + happy dog licking sore burnt arms.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:32, Reply)

Nah, that's an old photo from when he dived up the chimney where I used to live, so I had to chuck him in the shower to get all the soot off.
He doesn't look that dissimilar now though. He's pretty happy as his fur is incredibly thick. Must we like wearing several jumpers in this weather.
( Mary's sexbox explosion makes me The Jesus, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:30, Reply)

Like an oven you say
...well m'dear I'm in Egypt and it really *is* hot here. Like 45C during the day time and as I type in the pitch black, outside my room, getting dive-bombed by mozzies, it has to be 30C minimum.

I'm so looking forward to the heatwave when I get back.

And what I would like to be famous for - the first man to fly. Without wings, jetpack or whatever. Just to fly...three-dimensional freedom.

Up up and away !
( I_Was_Mordred, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 20:47, Reply)