[FRIENDS LOCKED] Pub Quiz!

let_us_trade, how do you not know that the setting of Psycho was the Bates Motel? Even Bill knew that! And Bill always gets those ones wrong.

Anyway, I really needed tonight. I hadn't even realised how badly I need it until we got down there to the Queen's Head. Usual crowd. Tony and his lot were at the table next to us and kept trying to put us off by throwing pig snacks. Which was fine until I was fetching a pint from the bar and had a bit of a stumble, completely spilling my bitter down his shirt. The whole thing. Gone.

Wouldn't call it wasted though.

Have I mentioned that Tony is a tosser? I think I've said this every pub quiz night, but for those who have missed it: Tony is a tosser. That is all.

We came in dead last this month. I mean, stone dead last, if negative points were possible, we'd have had them. I don't think we've ever finished with nought before. That is a new record. I'm quite proud of that one, actually.


When that was done, we went out for proper drinks at the Phoenix. You know Bill's had a few too many when he starts flirting with the barman. Who I'm fairly positive had only not punched him in the face because Bill was twice his size. Didn't know you had that side to ya, Bill. But now we know your type! Short and hairy, and I think Greek. I don't know, I couldn't tell. He sounded Greek. He also sounded pissed off.

THE TEAM have decided to keep Greg, and we have initiated him accordingly. Don't worry, mate. No-one likes the anchovies. But you don't have work for a few days, which should give plenty of time to get rid of the stink. But that's the last time anything like that'll happen deliberately. I promise.

Just finally stumbled in about fifteen minutes ago (maybe more. IDK how long it's taken me to type this up) and found S had managed to break our few remaining plates. So there's a fitting end to a night that I'd previously thought had ended up in a hedge of the totally boring and not-at-all exciting variety.



John, you're an idiot. I'm leaving this post up so you can see just how big of an idiot you are.

How much did I drink last night?

I woke up to a very, very unexpected sight. The smoke alarm was going off, which was what got me up in the first place, so I got up to see what hell S had brought upon the flat this time, only to find him laughing at Mary, who was jumping up and down like some sort of madwoman. She eventually got the alarm off, right around the time the landlord came upstairs to see what all the noise was (I think they probably woke him too). I didn't know what the hell was going on, so I tried to go kiss S good morning, but he declared that I smelt bad and wanted nothing to do with me until I had a shower.

I was fairly sure that I'd dreamt all this up until getting out of the shower and found both of them still in the kitchen. Mary was trying to make tea, but it wasn't going well because S was on the floor almost right underneath her doing something to one of the tiles. I don't know. He gets distracted pretty easily like that sometimes.

Turns out they made me breakfast and burnt everything but the eggs (which were rather perfect, actually). Apparently that's why S won't eat meat very often, though. I guess I don't burn it enough for him, because he was doing pretty well with it this morning (which reminds me. I managed to have a talk with him the other day about that synaesthesia, and apparently he just said that his supper tasted blue because he couldn't think of a more suitable way to describe it. Colour didn't really play into it, other than apparently it tasted how he imagines the colour blue might taste. I don't know. Maybe he's just weird after all).

Mary stuck around for a little bit, and apparently got us a new (plastic) set of plates and bowls. So, thanks again for that! We owe you. I thought for a while that they might actually start to be getting along, but as soon as she was gone, S said some things that I didn't even know how to respond to. So now I'm right back to not even knowing why she was over in the first place. Except to buy us some plates, that is.




ETA: I just saw my journal from last night. What the hell was I drinking last night?


ETA 2: I know some of you are bringing alcohol tonight and there's talk of the pub after, which is fine. Bring whatever you want. But don't expect S or me to participate in either. I need to remember that it's been almost 20 years since I was 20 years old. OK Bill. You're right. Granddad. D:

A Study In Pink

So, the BBC aired SHERLOCK tonight, and... well, wow, really. I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. Holmes and Watson Sherlock and John (I don't think I'll ever get used to that) running across rooftops and using GPS to track criminals. Wow. I'll do a proper write-up later. Or maybe just wait until S does his and link to it, because he's probably better at that sort of thing than I am.

BUT! That wasn't even the best bit. The best bit was all the everyone who came over. Very successful turnout, I thought. Finally got to meet salts_theway in person. She was cool. Pretty much exactly what I was expecting, I think. And just like I promised everyone, S was... well, okay. Not exactly behaved, but civil. He mostly just ignored everyone, and spent most of the time pointing out plotholes in the show. Well, shouting at them. He really didn't like that Holmes didn't work out the thing with the killer (being intentionally vague so I don't have to cut for spoilers).

It went off fairly... ok. We did have another group of people from holmeschat show up. I'm so sick of those people. Seriously. Maybe these ones will get stupid and post to HC as well so I can bring the smackdown on them as well. But Mary and Bill took care of them so I didn't have to deal wit them.

Once again, my flat is completely cover in popcorn. It's all ground into the carpet, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to try to pull out the sofa to get all of it. You guys, seriously. And if it isn't popcorn, it's cake. WTF, I thought we were all adults. Why is there cake ground into my chair? BILL, YOU WERE SITTING THERE. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT CAKE? I swear, you're about this close to having embarrassing pictures show upon on the internet. I'll put them on HC if I have to.



Harry called a bit after the episode was over to have a bit of a shouting match. Sorry to everyone who was still here, again. She was pissed off that I did the pub quiz last night but I just didn't even want to deal with it. My phone's off for the night. If you need me, send S a text or something. He's good at screening calls.