Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand

So, you all want to hear how my evening went?

Well, it would have started off better if I hadn't been made an hour late by my sodding bus failing to turn up. I stood at the fucking bus stop for an hour and ten minutes freezing my fucking tits off. My tail was not wagging by the time the next bus finally showed and I didn't get there till nine.

On the other hand, any evening that starts like that is bound to get better fast, no? Although I'm not quite the rampant noisy extrovert you all know and love (or perhaps want to slap, what do I know?) when faced with a roomful of complete strangers (the only one of them I'd talked to online couldn't make it) I was still the first to volunteer for the rope demonstration. And ohhh, that was nice. The man with the ropes was slender, redheaded and serious with a quiet, confident smile and beautiful craftsman's hands, and he took one look at me, put the pink rope back in his bag and brought out the purple... "I can see you're not a pink girl" he said. Then he spent a good twenty minutes carefully wrapping me in beautiful, elaborate knots from my neck to my ankles. My hands were left free, since we were, after all, in a pub, but my ankles were hobbled... I spent the evening having to mince around very carefully, and I found that I could sit down all right, but getting up wasn't at all easy. And every time I moved it would all tighten and squeeze - most interesting.

I'm very, very sorry I didn't bring the camera with me, because it looked fabulous. But he's promised to do it again next month. There will be photos of me tied from head to foot at some point, I promise.

Apart from that? I was propositioned by an elderly Irish guy - I told him I'll think about it. Not desperately keen... not because of his age, but I can't say I felt any sparkage. I want there to be sparkage. I certainly felt sparkage for the man with the ropes - whether that went two ways or not remains to be seen, but he did give me an email address.

I rather wish I hadn't worn a skirt. The two girls who were tied up after me (one in green and one in pink rope) were wearing trousers and they got rope between their legs, with carefully-positioned knots... that did look like fun. On the other hand, they didn't get the hobbled-ankles thing, which I did rather like - and I also realised that as he roped around my lower half he couldn't have failed to notice the absence of underpants. All right, I never wear any if I'm wearing a skirt... but it gave me a dirty little thrill all the same.

And I met another LJ person there too... not until five minutes before we had to leave, so there wasn't time to do more than register approval of his ubergeekness and whine briefly to each other about the Enterprise finale, but he's already on my friends list, so there'll be plenty of time to talk properly before the next one - and by properly, I mean on a keyboard like civilised people.

That would be topbit. Look, I even nicked one of his memes to celebrate!

Your Dominant Thinking Style:

Exploring You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name. You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs. An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles. You show people how to question their models of the world.

Your Secondary Thinking Style:

Experimenting You're all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them. You see life as your lab - and you're always trying out new things, people, and ideas. The master of mix and match, you're always coming up with unique combinations. You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.

What's Your Thinking Style?

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand

So, you all want to hear how my evening went?

Well, it would have started off better if I hadn't been made an hour late by my sodding bus failing to turn up. I stood at the fucking bus stop for an hour and ten minutes freezing my fucking tits off. My tail was not wagging by the time the next bus finally showed and I didn't get there till nine.

On the other hand, any evening that starts like that is bound to get better fast, no? Although I'm not quite the rampant noisy extrovert you all know and love (or perhaps want to slap, what do I know?) when faced with a roomful of complete strangers (the only one of them I'd talked to online couldn't make it) I was still the first to volunteer for the rope demonstration. And ohhh, that was nice. The man with the ropes was slender, redheaded and serious with a quiet, confident smile and beautiful craftsman's hands, and he took one look at me, put the pink rope back in his bag and brought out the purple... "I can see you're not a pink girl" he said. Then he spent a good twenty minutes carefully wrapping me in beautiful, elaborate knots from my neck to my ankles. My hands were left free, since we were, after all, in a pub, but my ankles were hobbled... I spent the evening having to mince around very carefully, and I found that I could sit down all right, but getting up wasn't at all easy. And every time I moved it would all tighten and squeeze - most interesting.

I'm very, very sorry I didn't bring the camera with me, because it looked fabulous. But he's promised to do it again next month. There will be photos of me tied from head to foot at some point, I promise.

Apart from that? I was propositioned by an elderly Irish guy - I told him I'll think about it. Not desperately keen... not because of his age, but I can't say I felt any sparkage. I want there to be sparkage. I certainly felt sparkage for the man with the ropes - whether that went two ways or not remains to be seen, but he did give me an email address.

I rather wish I hadn't worn a skirt. The two girls who were tied up after me (one in green and one in pink rope) were wearing trousers and they got rope between their legs, with carefully-positioned knots... that did look like fun. On the other hand, they didn't get the hobbled-ankles thing, which I did rather like - and I also realised that as he roped around my lower half he couldn't have failed to notice the absence of underpants. All right, I never wear any if I'm wearing a skirt... but it gave me a dirty little thrill all the same.

And I met another LJ person there too... not until five minutes before we had to leave, so there wasn't time to do more than register approval of his ubergeekness and whine briefly to each other about the Enterprise finale, but he's already on my friends list, so there'll be plenty of time to talk properly before the next one - and by properly, I mean on a keyboard like civilised people.

That would be topbit. Look, I even nicked one of his memes to celebrate!

Your Dominant Thinking Style:

Exploring You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name. You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs. An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles. You show people how to question their models of the world.

Your Secondary Thinking Style:

Experimenting You're all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them. You see life as your lab - and you're always trying out new things, people, and ideas. The master of mix and match, you're always coming up with unique combinations. You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.

What's Your Thinking Style?

Don't ask me, I don't give a damn

GAH!! I am a fucking idiot at times. I just schlepped myself and the dogs over to Sainsbury's and back expressly for the purpose of buying coffee. I came back with a cucumber, tomatoes, strong cheddar, some reduced-for-quick sale Scotch beefburgers from the meat counter (20p a burger! Couldn't resist), pig's kidneys and chicken quarters for the dogs, a red onion to make salad with the tomatoes and cucumbers...

AND NO FUCKING COFFEE. *headdesk*

I'm going to have to go out again. I've been foggy and dozy all day (I had a couple of drinks last night, and with my legendary low tolerance for alcohol, this is my version of a hangover - mild, but annoying all the same) and I really, really didn't want to get out of my chair again until bedtime. Grr bah snargle pfft!

Anyway, time for a meme. I've seen this one on my friends list and I haven't read behind anyone's cut yet, because I knew I'd want to do it myself at some point... now wychwood has put me on her list, so the curiosity's overcome my characteristic inertia.

*selects twenty names fairly randomly from friends list*

*goes back to wychwood's LJ to find out what it's all about*

First, write down the names of twenty people you know. Then read and answer the questions.

You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the twenty names you're going to use.


1. huntingdon
2. angriestangel
3. adm_hawthorne
4. auriocookie
5. captain_lila
6. commanderd
7. james_the_evil1
8. photocat_0923
9. wychwood
10. ulva
11. santaman
12. kiss_kass
13. manicitalian
14. narahttbbs
15. shatna
16. saintrobert
17. trippyfurball
18. terri_osborne
19. topbit
20. rosemary_ca

( The mystery reveals itself... )

Don't ask me, I don't give a damn

GAH!! I am a fucking idiot at times. I just schlepped myself and the dogs over to Sainsbury's and back expressly for the purpose of buying coffee. I came back with a cucumber, tomatoes, strong cheddar, some reduced-for-quick sale Scotch beefburgers from the meat counter (20p a burger! Couldn't resist), pig's kidneys and chicken quarters for the dogs, a red onion to make salad with the tomatoes and cucumbers...

AND NO FUCKING COFFEE. *headdesk*

I'm going to have to go out again. I've been foggy and dozy all day (I had a couple of drinks last night, and with my legendary low tolerance for alcohol, this is my version of a hangover - mild, but annoying all the same) and I really, really didn't want to get out of my chair again until bedtime. Grr bah snargle pfft!

Anyway, time for a meme. I've seen this one on my friends list and I haven't read behind anyone's cut yet, because I knew I'd want to do it myself at some point... now wychwood has put me on her list, so the curiosity's overcome my characteristic inertia.

*selects twenty names fairly randomly from friends list*

*goes back to wychwood's LJ to find out what it's all about*

First, write down the names of twenty people you know. Then read and answer the questions.

You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the twenty names you're going to use.


1. huntingdon
2. angriestangel
3. adm_hawthorne
4. auriocookie
5. captain_lila
6. commanderd
7. james_the_evil1
8. photocat_0923
9. wychwood
10. ulva
11. santaman
12. kiss_kass
13. manicitalian
14. narahttbbs
15. shatna
16. saintrobert
17. trippyfurball
18. terri_osborne
19. topbit
20. rosemary_ca

( The mystery reveals itself... )