So tonight is Rosy’s Sin City birthday party. In typical fashion we’re expected to *sigh* make an effort of sorts. Not the easiest theme this time to be honest, as few of the male characters are distinctive.
Problem solved today though with (i) a haircut and (ii) the acquisition of a enormous shoulder-boosting leather jacket. I am now ready to have a decent stab at Marv. No prosthetic nose required (though the chin might need a boost).
And it’s a decent excuse to buy myself an Airsoft handgun. See how many people I can accidentally blind while drunk.
Blind. Drunk. Hmm.
In other news I’m unable to take pictures due to drowned camera. Hopefully someone else can record the laffs.
08-Apr-05 at 8:03 pm | Permalink
> (ii) the acquisition of a enormous shoulder-boosting leather jacket.
mmm sounds fetching.
> In other news I’m unable to take pictures due to drowned camera.
Thank God!
Have fun everyone
xx
11-Apr-05 at 5:58 pm | Permalink
Couple of photos acquired. Bell wins the star prize for his outfit, which put all the “Hartigan with out the scar”s to shame. Bell gave his gun to a lady and she shot a lightbulb out of one of my lamps and then giggled. He also brought a dead Rafferty to my flat as his attention to detail is even phenomenal than his attention to ladies’ boobies. Post-match analysis to come, but in short:
Pills… d’oh!
12-Apr-05 at 3:58 pm | Permalink
Amusement level was high but Saturday was a severe punishment. By any standards.
Up far too late arguing fairly obnoxiously, awoke besmudgeoned Saturday teatime, spent most of Saturday evening writhing in discomfort and praying to the porcelain ones.
Happy birthday!
13-Apr-05 at 5:52 pm | Permalink
I’m 29. Is it time for me tea yet? Where’s Doreen?