dots and dots and dots and dots and dots and dots!
Yellow and purple and orange! 
Can you get yellow carnations?
So that’s the hair colour sorted, then?
hmmmmm…
cunning…
I fear that no one will have learned the trick to stop Tir getting over excited. Pint to her pint glass 
I hope you have a great time babe.
pint to her pint glass? Excellent! More Beer!
I think Frannie knows it? I’m sure she used it on me before? Unless you did it at the last Londope? I forget…
Anyways, telling people about The Trick makes you a big smelly poo-head! I am gonna email Shake! now with more proof! 
hell no! as it stands, i ended up not getting any last night because:
Garius and GariGirlfriend are lying in bed
GariGirl: So you fancy doing something this weekend?
Garius: Shit! i meant to tell you ages ago - i’m not around. Sorry honey. I’m really sorry! I’m meeting some guys i know up in Birmingham. I’ll make it up to you i promise…no don’t do the sulky face - i hate the sulky face…
GariGirl: giggle You deserve the sulky face! Its okay i don’t mind really. Its a good job its only “guys” though or i’d get jealous! giggle
Garius: Um…
the temperature drops about 50 degrees
Garigirl: There are women going aren’t there.
So i think me having to explain to GariGirl that i was meeting one of those very women at Euston station, wearing a pink carnation would probably result in her becoming Ex-GariGirl
lol!
It’s for identification purposes only… that’s why spies are supposed to wear isn’t it?
I doubt Twisty would be too chuffed if it was for any other reason!
Maybe we should go for a trench coat and dark glasses instead then?
*reminds self to wear something slinky and to be sure to be in photos near Garius *
Och, I wouldn’t do that really. But honestly, was she really jealous at the thought that you might be in… mixed company?
Hee!
a little bit.
enough to put her in a sulky “no playtime for you” mood anyway 
Tir - if the weather stays like this then i’ll probably be in my crappy old army surplus shirt.
not quite as stylish as a trench coat i’m afraid.
maybe i’ll just turn up stupidly late, take a look around and see which individual looks like she wants to disembowel someone
ahhh well, that’ll do! heh
If you turn up too late you’ll miss the train!
nah - i’ll pull rank
“HOLD THE TRAIN DAMNIT! I’M A CIVIL SERVANT!”
hmmmm, I guess that would give me more time to lay fuses…
So… uh… see you tomorrow. Hurrah!
Rar!
w00t!
so just as a recap then, what is happening with regards to everyone meeting up - my schedule so far is:
10:30am
Meet Tir at Euston Sbarro/Ritazza/Burger King/Upper Crust/Delice de France.
10:31am
Decide Tir is a crazy woman.
11am - 1pm
Hide in train toilet from Tir.
1pm
???
Bwhaaahahahaha!!!
It’s gonna take you a whole minute to decide I’m crazy?
I must be slacking!
pre-10:30am
Desperate hunt for Hair of the Dog, methinks this will be unsuccessful…
10:30am
Meet Garius
10:31am
Take time scaring Garius
11am - 1pm
Napping while Garius hides in the bogs…
1pm
I think we’re supposed to be meeting people arriving by train in the bar on the travel side(does that mean platform side?) in Brummiestationland?
2pm
Meeting the rest of yas!
2:07pm
Being drunk.
I just confirmed my booking with Incredibly Heavily Breathing Woman at the hotel … either her phone headset mike is too close to her nose, or she wants me. Oh, yeah, baby.
It takes Tir a whole minute to scare garius, and a whole seven minutes to get drunk? Definitely slowing down there …
nah, Steve, I was just allowing time for getting the beer in… dunno how efficient they are at pouring Guinness in BrummiePubLand.
See, I never actually read MPSIMS. What an idjit. I can’t remember if I ever knew about this but I certainly didn’t have it in my brain cells for the last month or so at least.
Although, as it happens I have to do a whoooole lot of decoration this weekend anyway. We’re selling our house and I have a potential buyer coming on Monday and everything is still only half-painted.
I’m sure at least one person will at least raise an eyebrow at my non-attendance. Maybe?
Ah sod it. You’re all a bunch of bastards anyway.
pan