Big day. Shopping - about the only time I enjoy it is with the girls, because they never, ever take the piss or get fed up with me - and then the gig.

Now, it had been decided that we would dress up for the gig. We were, after all, on the guest list; I'd never been on a really truly hactual guest list before so it was going to be a very special event. Thus I did not screech too loudly when it turned out that sleeveless Maiden shirt and ratty cargo pants were not allowed...

Still, as the bloody corsets still hadn't shown up I was at a bit of a loss. The Fuck You boots were a given. OK, fine, my PVC trousers would go with them. Tops? Hmmm. Solution?

Find something when shopping!

Brilliant. ( Read more... )

Did we make it in time? Were we forced to stand at the back and weep? Was the band any good? Will she ever stop fucking rambling and get to the bloody point?

Find out in the next post, eh?

Hullo.

0549, and why am I up?

Because His Nibs has a meeting today in London and wanted his hair all brushed out and freshly braided. So who got turfed out of bed at ten to five to do it?

Mmph. Anyway. ( And now, the memes. )

Anyway, enough memeage! I'm just hanging out waiting for arrys_girlie to finish a chapter, then she can go to bed and I can do a beta before I leave--

Because yes! I departeth for town - London, that is - by lunchtime, to meet the Leppard girls. We're off to see Phil Collen's solo project, Man-Raze, on tuesday night, and we're doing a little hanging out first. And possibly a little shopping. *Grin*

So, I shall see you all when I get back on Wednesday...

Be good!