Well, I had a smashing evening yesterday. Met Katie and Rosie at Richmond station (may it burn in hell) and, after wresting Katie’s book away from her, we segued on to the Giraffe, where we dined on smoothie and potato wedges, and Rosie’s goat chopsticks came out to play. Loath as I am to say anything derogatory about a friend’s goat chopsticks, they have a sinister look to them. Maybe it’s the googly eyes. Maybe it’s the colour. Whatever, they look distinctly shady to me. Still, no more so than Rosie, so I suppose it’s only fitting. Plus, they *lie*. Lie like crazy things. Telling people I had been naughty… ee, I don’t know!
After dinner, we zipped up to the Odeon, making a slight detour to purchase ice cream. You may recall, from my previous accounts, that our lovely friendly Haagen-Dazs counter is no more, and we are instead cursed with Ben & Jerry’s. I am still unclear on everything, from ice cream flavours (stupid names! what’s with the stupid names?) to their scoop policy. In the end, I had a scoop of berry sorbet (hmm, still not convinced by it) and some confection elegantly named Bohemian Raspberry, which was actually rather nice. Rosie was basically a complete food thief, and me accidentally throwing sorbet all over her was no more than she deserved. Frankly.
But yes, St Trinian’s. It was ace!! Everyone should go and see it straight away!! Right now, no dawdling! In the final credits, Colin Firth and Rupert Everett sang a duet, and it was beautiful. That’ll be another DVD for the Fangirl Towers collection, then… On the way home we were extremely silly indeed and also very melodramatic. Ah, so much entertainment. I showed Rosie the Red Cow. It was beautiful.
And now I have a lovely idea for a CS/St Trinian’s crossover, but I’m currently doing Supernatural/Gossip Girl and trying not to think about the spankingly gorgeous CS/Battlestar Galactica idea I had. Ah, fic. See how it CONSUMES MY BRAIN!!
After dinner, we zipped up to the Odeon, making a slight detour to purchase ice cream. You may recall, from my previous accounts, that our lovely friendly Haagen-Dazs counter is no more, and we are instead cursed with Ben & Jerry’s. I am still unclear on everything, from ice cream flavours (stupid names! what’s with the stupid names?) to their scoop policy. In the end, I had a scoop of berry sorbet (hmm, still not convinced by it) and some confection elegantly named Bohemian Raspberry, which was actually rather nice. Rosie was basically a complete food thief, and me accidentally throwing sorbet all over her was no more than she deserved. Frankly.
But yes, St Trinian’s. It was ace!! Everyone should go and see it straight away!! Right now, no dawdling! In the final credits, Colin Firth and Rupert Everett sang a duet, and it was beautiful. That’ll be another DVD for the Fangirl Towers collection, then… On the way home we were extremely silly indeed and also very melodramatic. Ah, so much entertainment. I showed Rosie the Red Cow. It was beautiful.
And now I have a lovely idea for a CS/St Trinian’s crossover, but I’m currently doing Supernatural/Gossip Girl and trying not to think about the spankingly gorgeous CS/Battlestar Galactica idea I had. Ah, fic. See how it CONSUMES MY BRAIN!!