I wish I could shit like that, but I can't... 'cause I have no butthole.

[lizblackdog]

bleargh. so much still to write up from the weekend. The people, the Chinese food, the reason the animatronic T.Rex means I have to write a new verse for The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All (see title for a clue), meeting christinuviel, Regent's Park, my brief glimpse of Bifest and the view off Blackfriars Bridge (and how I was humming the eponymous TMTCH song as I crossed it) and all kinds of fun things.

trouble is, one of you sick buggers has given me your foul germs (I suspect benjamin_sisko because I too have the Dalek voice now) and I'm sick as a fucking parrot and don't feel up to typing much now.

fortunately, I met one of my neighbours - I think I'll christen him Stark for LJ purposes, he has the same wide-eyed batshit insane enthusiastic quality and I can just picture him doing the "my side your side" routine - and he gave me a pack of flu-strength Lem-sip with added decongestant, so I might feel better later - or at least well enough to walk to the shops and buy some ginger and cold meds of my own.

see, this is why I don't tell Stark to fuck off when he knocks on my door at midnight needing Rizlas, and why I lent downstairs couple with the Dingo bus fare a few weeks back. Karma. Downstairs couple are friends with a butcher at the Conservative club and they paid me back in marrow bones, and today I have decongestants.