sophieisgod | Oh My Crikey (Reply)

Phew. Just thought I should post something that isn't fic, really. :) Luckily, some stuff has happenned, so I'll write about that.

So, Thursday night was Adam's last night out in Southport before he heads back to London to get a real job and do scary grown up things. Adam, lest we forget, is my Emma's older brother. He has big hair, and is a bit awesome. He was having a bit of a gathering in Lloyds, and a select gathering at the house before we headed out. Because I am cool, I was at the house. Unfortunately, Emma was doing work experience on a pig farm (why do people go to vet school?) and had to get up at 6AM, so she wasn't drinking. Fortunately, this meant we didn't have to pay for a cab. Unfortunately, there we six of us (me, Emma, Emma's fella Alisdair, Adam, Adam's uni friend Andy, and the amusingly named 'DK'), and Emma's car is a teeny Ford Fiesta, and we were almost certain to be pulled over and/or arrested.

Adam got in the boot. Because Emma was doing work experience at a pig farm, the boot did not smell nice. Because Emma's car is a teeny Ford Fiesta, the boot was not very big.

So, Lloyds. Unfortunately, none of us had remembered that it was A-Level Results Night, so the place was absolutely packed. Although, being ladies, we didn't have to queue at the bar. And The Gay Best Friend Luke was out, which was awesome, because I hadn't seen him properly for ages. Although he did keep disappearing for a smoke. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about the new smoking restrictions. I'm mostly yay! because my chance of getting lung cancer from passive smoking is now greatly reduced, but now that the smoky smell has gone, everywhere just smells sweaty, which is unpleasant. Also, I RULE at the Pub Quiz machine. RULE.

Then, after a while, we headed to Underground. The last few Thursdays haven't been great, because ALL they've played is nu-rave stuff, and while I like Klaxons as much as the next man, I much prefer the eclectic mix we used to get. Thankkfully, they must have changed their policy for Results Night, because when we walked in they were playing Arcade Fire. Ooh, one of my favourite things about Underground is that the handstamp they give you is the London Underground symbol. Makes me happy. So, we got down with our bad selves, drank the gentleman's health, danced rather a lot (and sweatily, nice), and I realised that I am a comparatively easy-going person. While in the crush at the bar (all chivalry had worn off at this point), a large hairy man started shoving into me. My usual response is to grit my teeth and shoulder in front of him, as is proper, but Emma and Ali hit the roof. And she hadn't even been drinking. She gets very stressed out, bless her. Also, Underground, while still playing awesome music, now attracts a different clientele. NOBODY KNEW THE WORDS TO 'PAINT IT BLACK'! Plebs.

Track of the night: Chemical Brothers, Hey Boy Hey Girl, if only because I got manhandled by a rather pleasant fellow who asked me how my results were. Bless.

Then, chips and home! Happy days.

Ach, and I posted a rather angsty Remus/Tonks ficlet at