darkwall
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OK, so against all odds it did go ahead, and a very enjoyable day was had by all. And I say that having mentally decided beforehand that it was going to be a disaster and a tragedy for all concerned. I was once stalking a group of Satanists online, and I remember they had a meet-up where only two people actually met up, whereupon they took pictures of themselves in a pub striking Satanic poses and it was absolutely the most depressing thing I've ever seen.
SO when I found myself in Kings X not being able to get through to Lone Wolf, I had a bad feeling. This was not helped by the fact that I was forced to go up to several people asking "are you Lone Wolf?" and generally looking like I was cottaging. So after standing next to each other for about five minutes, I finally got a positive response. LW had cunningly decided to wear a T-shirt with a wolf on it but neglected to mention this beforehand, meaning that our meeting up was a sheer matter of good fortune.
After about an hour Jales turned up with boyfriend Airbug in tow. Apparently the first thing she noticed about me was that I had a jumper on despite it being about 25 degrees. There is a story behind this. Because I was away from uni, I had no clothes except a Christmas present jumper and a T-shirt that had been too big for my sister so had ended up in my drawer. My sister was a massive punk, so the T-shirt was graced not only by a large pink swastika below "DESTROY", but an upside down Jesus on the cross just to insult as many as possible. I had been convinced it was going to rain, but English weather fooled me again and so I was forced to explain to her why I was the only one in London wearing wool.
J had brought a present for LW, reminding me that it was his birthday. LW, I still owe you one. So we went over to Covent Garden to LW's choice of restaurant, where Jales' sister met up with us. I am now going to describe the people for you. Lonewolf was an incredibly nice person, a bit shy with a great sense of humour. Airbug was the quietest, but laughed a lot: I also appreciated the fact that Jales and him don't see each other that much so really they were enjoying each other's company.
When I met Jales, I thought that she was the most candid person I had ever met - but that was until I met her sister. Within a short period of her arrival at the restaurant, she began an interrogation that was to concern my Nazi T-shirt, why I was wearing my sister's T-shirt, why I was reading a book about incest (Thomas Mann's epic "The Holy Sinner"), why I was using a mascara packet as a book mark, and other difficult questions. I've rarely laughed so much in one day. Although she was the clubber yin to Jales' geek yang (like my brother and I), they were both rare in that they were both candid AND charming.
So unbelievably there were NO awkward pauses in the whole day. Briefly, because this is getting really long, here is what we got up to:
I led them on an abortive quest to find the mythical "Cybercandy" (http://www.cybercandy.co.uk) which I am sure they were convinced did not exist. We walked through Trafalgar Square and along the Thames past skate parks etc. until we reached the Tate Modern. We took part in an exhibition where you carved potatoes and drank water (yup) before we went to the cafe and I paid for the most expensive non alcoholic drink of my life. Jales' sister thoughtfully snuck away and ordered a cake for Lone Wolf, meaning THERE WAS CAKE AFTER ALL.
By this time, five or six hours had passed, and the British weather finally vindicated my fashion choice, meaning I could take off the T-shirt Airbug had kindly lent me and put on my jumper while everyone else got rained on. We went to Waterloo where my train was waiting, and Lone Wolf kept his promise and bought us all coffee at a Caffe Nero. We said goodbye, and I was left with the following tidbits of information you might not know about your fellow lifers:
JALES gave AIRBUG a false name and forced her sister to call her by it all through the holiday they went on in Egypt!
AIRBUG has an irrational hatred of organ-players, but shares with Jales an equally irrational love of rocks.
LONE WOLF was once asked to walk down three floors to get a file for his ex-boss that was TEN FEET away from the guy, although apparently he did it in the most sarcastic manner possible.
ANYWAY, personally speaking, I had a great day, made new friends and got to hang out with four very interesting people - but next time, more organisation is needed!
Peace,
LB
SO when I found myself in Kings X not being able to get through to Lone Wolf, I had a bad feeling. This was not helped by the fact that I was forced to go up to several people asking "are you Lone Wolf?" and generally looking like I was cottaging. So after standing next to each other for about five minutes, I finally got a positive response. LW had cunningly decided to wear a T-shirt with a wolf on it but neglected to mention this beforehand, meaning that our meeting up was a sheer matter of good fortune.
After about an hour Jales turned up with boyfriend Airbug in tow. Apparently the first thing she noticed about me was that I had a jumper on despite it being about 25 degrees. There is a story behind this. Because I was away from uni, I had no clothes except a Christmas present jumper and a T-shirt that had been too big for my sister so had ended up in my drawer. My sister was a massive punk, so the T-shirt was graced not only by a large pink swastika below "DESTROY", but an upside down Jesus on the cross just to insult as many as possible. I had been convinced it was going to rain, but English weather fooled me again and so I was forced to explain to her why I was the only one in London wearing wool.
J had brought a present for LW, reminding me that it was his birthday. LW, I still owe you one. So we went over to Covent Garden to LW's choice of restaurant, where Jales' sister met up with us. I am now going to describe the people for you. Lonewolf was an incredibly nice person, a bit shy with a great sense of humour. Airbug was the quietest, but laughed a lot: I also appreciated the fact that Jales and him don't see each other that much so really they were enjoying each other's company.
When I met Jales, I thought that she was the most candid person I had ever met - but that was until I met her sister. Within a short period of her arrival at the restaurant, she began an interrogation that was to concern my Nazi T-shirt, why I was wearing my sister's T-shirt, why I was reading a book about incest (Thomas Mann's epic "The Holy Sinner"), why I was using a mascara packet as a book mark, and other difficult questions. I've rarely laughed so much in one day. Although she was the clubber yin to Jales' geek yang (like my brother and I), they were both rare in that they were both candid AND charming.
So unbelievably there were NO awkward pauses in the whole day. Briefly, because this is getting really long, here is what we got up to:
I led them on an abortive quest to find the mythical "Cybercandy" (http://www.cybercandy.co.uk) which I am sure they were convinced did not exist. We walked through Trafalgar Square and along the Thames past skate parks etc. until we reached the Tate Modern. We took part in an exhibition where you carved potatoes and drank water (yup) before we went to the cafe and I paid for the most expensive non alcoholic drink of my life. Jales' sister thoughtfully snuck away and ordered a cake for Lone Wolf, meaning THERE WAS CAKE AFTER ALL.
By this time, five or six hours had passed, and the British weather finally vindicated my fashion choice, meaning I could take off the T-shirt Airbug had kindly lent me and put on my jumper while everyone else got rained on. We went to Waterloo where my train was waiting, and Lone Wolf kept his promise and bought us all coffee at a Caffe Nero. We said goodbye, and I was left with the following tidbits of information you might not know about your fellow lifers:
JALES gave AIRBUG a false name and forced her sister to call her by it all through the holiday they went on in Egypt!
AIRBUG has an irrational hatred of organ-players, but shares with Jales an equally irrational love of rocks.
LONE WOLF was once asked to walk down three floors to get a file for his ex-boss that was TEN FEET away from the guy, although apparently he did it in the most sarcastic manner possible.
ANYWAY, personally speaking, I had a great day, made new friends and got to hang out with four very interesting people - but next time, more organisation is needed!
Peace,
LB
