Those of us forced to remain in the city 'til the last moment before the usual familial festive unpleasantries should hole up with a large suply of filthbeer on the 23rd. Perhaps we can have a game of swap the Apex Ticket and go somewhere entirely new for Christmas.
"Hi Mum, just wanted to let you know that I'm not coming home this year and instead will be sending a temp"
I was hoping we can do a drinkie session between Christmas and the New Year - on the 29th, if possible? That can be as well as or instead of a pre-Christmas one?
Weeeel far be it from me to give the impression that I'm idling away here, gasping for a pint or anything, but I could do tonight. At a push, you understand.
oh fine. i start a thread and y'all ignore it. I could swing by for a quick pint, on my way to meet friends in camden but would be good to hook up. and if i stop pissing about here and get on a bloody train i could be there about 6.30ish
Kooky's going to be in Boston and NYC. Kooky is alas too busy and too broke to be organising pre-xmas birthday drink-ups. Though Kooky may be organising something for the end of January instead. If Kooky isn't utterly broke by the time she gets back from the States.
Kooky will probably start a proper US-thread when more plans are finalised.
Bill Posters, having taken Kooky's lead in referring to himself in the third person, takes the chance to wish Kooky a good and fun trip-Xmas-NewYear. He also wonders if this new way of posting will catch on...
I'll sort something out when I'm back. It'll be at the end of January, and open to everyone I know. Just need to sort out a pub or something. Have a few places in mind, anyway.
That tosser Stoatie, from here, looks like the kind of bastard who'd probably be free early in the evening but would have to fuck off to work at about 10 pm, the big PONCE!
Shortfatdyke mulls over the immense distance between herself and London, and realises she will have to get drunk on her own, possibly gothicly, in a remote cemetary.
The Lord thinks that a south-west meet in the summer sounds like a great idea and checks his sleeping bag. A passing old man from the Godspeed comments about how "they don't sleep on the beach any more..." The Lord crossly shushes him.
