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hathycolPub last night was simulataneously kill and cure, I think.
The evening began promisingly, as it does, with sitting outside and vodka and a refreshibng lack of gatecrashers, who do tend to descend on us. Then I got a text from Jess.
"I saw you and simon!"
Texted back. "Eh? Where? Where are you?"
"In the buck!"
Then she phoned me. "Where are you?" she howled down my ear.
"Um... I'm in the Buck!" I said back in a slightly more demure way, or so I hope. "Where are you?"
"In the Buck!"
"Oh. Okay then."
Then she put the phone down. Since I couldn't see her or anyone else, I figured that she had evidently gone insane and left her to it. Fast forward to a few hours later and a pub quiz. It is to my eternal shame that I have never done the Buck pub quiz before now. Well, now I have. And lo! for we were rubbish. 15 out of 40. Our only impressive part was the name - "The Chiswick Townswoman's Guild." If you get the reference, then you are Cool. If you do not, well, you're one of legions who has never read a Robert Rankin book and lead a lesser life because of it. Unfortunately, this did not help us win. Probably wasn't paying quite enough attention, either.
Erm, yes. Anyhow, we managed to get attacked by Jess half way through this pub quiz (to be precise, she hit us both on the head and tried to steal our answers) so as the answers were read out, we moved indoors. Also, American students (question: come all the way from America so why the hell come to uni in Ormskirk?? Edge Hill is only good for teaching!) were being very loud, albeit amusing. A Brit stood up.
"I'm going for a slash."
"What? A slosh?" one of the Americans questioned.
"No, a slash."
"Isn't being sloshed being drunk?" said one, sounding proud, having worked out our language.
"Yes," explained the first Brit. "But going for a slash is going to the loo."
"And that's the bathroom, right?"
Oh dear.
So. We moved indoors and spent an hour watching people build beer mat towers and Simon and Matt were slightly scary doing Monty Python quotes. Although I rather suspect there are bits of Doctor Who I can verbatrim, so I wil be quiet now.
It was sad, though. Probably last night out with most of them people, barring Jess (off out tonight as it Cheap Night at the Arriba) and Simon. So going to the pub cheered me up no end, but now it's faintly bittersweet. And realising when drunk that you haven't posted your ficathon story is really embarrassing, too.
Now I have to go to Ormskirk. Stationary is calling. Need to eat first, though - woke up slightly late again today. Whoops. And have no phone credit. This is intensely annoying.
~Hathy_Col~
The evening began promisingly, as it does, with sitting outside and vodka and a refreshibng lack of gatecrashers, who do tend to descend on us. Then I got a text from Jess.
"I saw you and simon!"
Texted back. "Eh? Where? Where are you?"
"In the buck!"
Then she phoned me. "Where are you?" she howled down my ear.
"Um... I'm in the Buck!" I said back in a slightly more demure way, or so I hope. "Where are you?"
"In the Buck!"
"Oh. Okay then."
Then she put the phone down. Since I couldn't see her or anyone else, I figured that she had evidently gone insane and left her to it. Fast forward to a few hours later and a pub quiz. It is to my eternal shame that I have never done the Buck pub quiz before now. Well, now I have. And lo! for we were rubbish. 15 out of 40. Our only impressive part was the name - "The Chiswick Townswoman's Guild." If you get the reference, then you are Cool. If you do not, well, you're one of legions who has never read a Robert Rankin book and lead a lesser life because of it. Unfortunately, this did not help us win. Probably wasn't paying quite enough attention, either.
Erm, yes. Anyhow, we managed to get attacked by Jess half way through this pub quiz (to be precise, she hit us both on the head and tried to steal our answers) so as the answers were read out, we moved indoors. Also, American students (question: come all the way from America so why the hell come to uni in Ormskirk?? Edge Hill is only good for teaching!) were being very loud, albeit amusing. A Brit stood up.
"I'm going for a slash."
"What? A slosh?" one of the Americans questioned.
"No, a slash."
"Isn't being sloshed being drunk?" said one, sounding proud, having worked out our language.
"Yes," explained the first Brit. "But going for a slash is going to the loo."
"And that's the bathroom, right?"
Oh dear.
So. We moved indoors and spent an hour watching people build beer mat towers and Simon and Matt were slightly scary doing Monty Python quotes. Although I rather suspect there are bits of Doctor Who I can verbatrim, so I wil be quiet now.
It was sad, though. Probably last night out with most of them people, barring Jess (off out tonight as it Cheap Night at the Arriba) and Simon. So going to the pub cheered me up no end, but now it's faintly bittersweet. And realising when drunk that you haven't posted your ficathon story is really embarrassing, too.
Now I have to go to Ormskirk. Stationary is calling. Need to eat first, though - woke up slightly late again today. Whoops. And have no phone credit. This is intensely annoying.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-09-14 12:03 pm (UTC)I have a friend who can quote verbatim Monty Python AND Doctor Who. He give people the ph34r.
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Date: 2005-09-14 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-18 11:42 pm (UTC)hmmm...
xx
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Date: 2005-09-15 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 09:28 am (UTC)And more importantly, interrupted me pub quiz.
It does deserve accrediation (spl?), I will agree with you there.