Gnuh

You people talk too much. I had to start from skip=750 last night.

So, London

( London is big. London is, in fact, unfeasably big. I am aware that there are larger cities, but they're more spread out, less dense, and generally less London-y. )

I'd forgotten how good bluedevi is at conversation. You have to come back to Dublin more often, dammit. A lot more often.

Yule Coming Up

Our Yule Party takes place on Saturday the 13th of December, from about 19:00 onwards. While we're not going to turn anyone away at the door, RSVPs would be good, so that we can work out numbers for drink, food, etc. It'd also be handy if folks would fill out inannajones' Seasonal Food Poll, and notify us of vegetarianism, teetotalitarianism or other deviant practices as regards food and drink. Drink, food goods, neighbours, strangers, celebrities, and anthropomorphic personifications (except Desire, who's just trouble) all welcome.

Cheese

I'm bored of my usual selection of cheeses. Anyone want to bring some new ones along to the Yule party for people to try?

Dress Code

There is no dress code for the Yule Party. By popular demand (which I suspect of being an organised campaign, rather than grassroots support), I shall wear a suit. With a tie.

Here comes the slump

Afternoon slump ho! Must stay awake. Must not doze at desk. Must consume more coffee. Must continue working. Bleah. Splat.