Midnight at the Oasis

I am not in the habit of making posts and then deleting them.

Tonight was an exception. Announcing a potential birthday bash and then being reminded (Thank you,bibliogirl.) that the establishment in question has gone out of business rather puts a damper on the plan. More annoying is the fact that I only live six or seven minutes walk from the place. bibliogirl on the other hand lives some miles away.

I guess it's the encroaching senility that's done it. Mind you, I've never been that observant. I walk down the High Street in the full knowledge that number of businesses have opened and closed on the street in the 15 years I've lived here, and for the life of me, I can't remember what any of them were. Except for the pet shop. For some reason, despite having no pets, I remember the petshop. It's part of a Bierodrome now. I understand that up untill six years ago there was a street market on Saturdays.

Not in my memory there wasn't.

Anyway, I now have to think up an alternative to the planned Chinese meal next Wednesday, 4th when I clock up my 45th. I reckon the Mexican place the name of which I can never remember (see what I mean about my wossitcalled?) might be a contender.

Anyone in the London area next Wednesday fancy a beer and a Mexican meal in Clapham next Wednesday to help me ease deeper into middle age?

Maybe someone can even remind me what the bloody place is called....

Midnight at the Oasis

I am not in the habit of making posts and then deleting them.

Tonight was an exception. Announcing a potential birthday bash and then being reminded (Thank you,bibliogirl.) that the establishment in question has gone out of business rather puts a damper on the plan. More annoying is the fact that I only live six or seven minutes walk from the place. bibliogirl on the other hand lives some miles away.

I guess it's the encroaching senility that's done it. Mind you, I've never been that observant. I walk down the High Street in the full knowledge that number of businesses have opened and closed on the street in the 15 years I've lived here, and for the life of me, I can't remember what any of them were. Except for the pet shop. For some reason, despite having no pets, I remember the petshop. It's part of a Bierodrome now. I understand that up untill six years ago there was a street market on Saturdays.

Not in my memory there wasn't.

Anyway, I now have to think up an alternative to the planned Chinese meal next Wednesday, 4th when I clock up my 45th. I reckon the Mexican place the name of which I can never remember (see what I mean about my wossitcalled?) might be a contender.

Anyone in the London area next Wednesday fancy a beer and a Mexican meal in Clapham next Wednesday to help me ease deeper into middle age?

Maybe someone can even remind me what the bloody place is called....

(no subject)

Sylvia Smother is a strange girl.

She always refers to herself in the third person. That's odd.

And impolite....

"Sylvia Smother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone
Sylvia Smother says Sylvia's trying, to start a new life of her own.
Sylvia Smother says "Sylvia's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?"
And the operator says : "Forty cents more, for the next three minutes."

There's evidence of schizophrenia there, too...

(no subject)

Sylvia Smother is a strange girl.

She always refers to herself in the third person. That's odd.

And impolite....

"Sylvia Smother says Sylvia's busy, too busy to come to the phone
Sylvia Smother says Sylvia's trying, to start a new life of her own.
Sylvia Smother says "Sylvia's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?"
And the operator says : "Forty cents more, for the next three minutes."

There's evidence of schizophrenia there, too...

Finally

The first draft is written and posted off to pax_draconis.

I sincerely hope the rest come easier than the Primus Jerbiton. As it is after a few more sheets have been bundled out by me and the other writers, I suspect that afairly hefty edit will be called for.

Nonetheless, the first one is done and the psychological barrier is breached.

Finally

The first draft is written and posted off to pax_draconis.

I sincerely hope the rest come easier than the Primus Jerbiton. As it is after a few more sheets have been bundled out by me and the other writers, I suspect that afairly hefty edit will be called for.

Nonetheless, the first one is done and the psychological barrier is breached.