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Sep. 2nd, 2003 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAs some of you lot may have gathered, there is going to be a mass Red Dwarf weekened at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shipperkitten's house, and I too will be toddling along, presuming a. I haven't got the Homebase date wrong and I'm actually working on Saturday, b. I don't get masses of homework and other stuff, c. I can actually find shipperkitten's house. I am notoriously bad at directions, and may need to meet someone on the train. Which in itself will be a trek, being the only one here on the Ormskirk-Liverpool line. However, it looks oodles of fun, and if we're bringing our own junk food, the more the better. Dibs on being Malteser girl.
No phone call from Homebase. Yet. Looks like I'm staying in tomorrow. At least until they phone. Then I have to go and post a parcel for Dot's new daughter, who hasn't been born yet, but it due very soon- a couple of weeks at bost, I think. Chloe. It's quite pretty. And the baby clothes are so small it's sickening. My head isn't that big!
And I have to do my homework tomorrow- politics, I think, won't be too bad, but media studies is dire in that it's so OBSCURE. The reference book was fun, though. I had oodles (new word!) of fun looking up Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley and Miranda Otto in the Who's Who of films...
Hmmmm. Bored, now. And coming to terms with the dancing. I am notoriously bad at making decisions. This little voice in my head just starting screaming "No more wing steps! No more TAP!! No more stretching! No more crap music! Wheeeeeee!" and now I am happy again. Plus the imminent Red Dwarf Weekend is also giving me a stupid smile.
One last thing-flickerswitch, what did you think of Winstanley?
~Hathy_Col~
shipperkitten's house, and I too will be toddling along, presuming a. I haven't got the Homebase date wrong and I'm actually working on Saturday, b. I don't get masses of homework and other stuff, c. I can actually find shipperkitten's house. I am notoriously bad at directions, and may need to meet someone on the train. Which in itself will be a trek, being the only one here on the Ormskirk-Liverpool line. However, it looks oodles of fun, and if we're bringing our own junk food, the more the better. Dibs on being Malteser girl.No phone call from Homebase. Yet. Looks like I'm staying in tomorrow. At least until they phone. Then I have to go and post a parcel for Dot's new daughter, who hasn't been born yet, but it due very soon- a couple of weeks at bost, I think. Chloe. It's quite pretty. And the baby clothes are so small it's sickening. My head isn't that big!
And I have to do my homework tomorrow- politics, I think, won't be too bad, but media studies is dire in that it's so OBSCURE. The reference book was fun, though. I had oodles (new word!) of fun looking up Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley and Miranda Otto in the Who's Who of films...
Hmmmm. Bored, now. And coming to terms with the dancing. I am notoriously bad at making decisions. This little voice in my head just starting screaming "No more wing steps! No more TAP!! No more stretching! No more crap music! Wheeeeeee!" and now I am happy again. Plus the imminent Red Dwarf Weekend is also giving me a stupid smile.
One last thing-
flickerswitch, what did you think of Winstanley?~Hathy_Col~
