Cough splutter and die

Feeling exhausted and suffering from the bastard offspring of hayfever and (I think) a mild cold having a party in my sinuses. Because of this and an outbreak of chronic apathy (becoming relaxed later, 15 miles, good), I’ve not made it to London. Have fun, those of you who are there.

Visited the Crown and Punchbowl in Horningsea with my mother on Wednesday. Unlike when I went with terriem, the food was not very good. In particular, my mum’s mashed potatoes tasted bitter. What can you do to potatoes to make them taste bitter?

Thursday was the Madonna tribute thing in St Ives, at which lisekit and terriem did their thing as backing dancers. All good fun. Not sure why Terrie thought I was looking at faux-Madonna’s arse any more than anyone else in there.

GD last night was OK. Too many blokes, but managed to grab some dances with my usual partners. It’ll be odd over the summer with so many people away. Plaza was not admitting people because of the Fair: from my reading of cam.misc, every year the council welcomes a bunch of people who like to smash the place up, just so we can have fairground rides. Damned if I know why. Grad Pad was a useful substitute.

Up late talking to Safi about life, the Universe, and everything. She compared to experience to a girly sleep-over, which I think was intended as a compliment.

I was reading some stuff about Vernor Vinge’s Singularity idea on the web the other day: apparently there are people who’ve dedicated themselves to bringing about the Singularity. Might write something about this then I’m not so tired. Think I’ll have a lie-down now.

1 Comment on "Cough splutter and die"


  1. from my reading of cam.misc, every year the council welcomes a bunch of people who like to smash the place up,

    Agree wholeheartedly, but your link appears to point to something about narrowboats on the canal!

    She compared to experience to a girly sleep-over

    !

    This clearly implies you were both wearing pink pajamas and facepacks, and quite possibly also watching “Grease”.

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