There is nothing sensible about sticking to vodka, especially when it's whisky

I said this last night. I know this because I woke up this morning with it written across my hand.

I'm still in the "That's funny, write it down" frame of mind, following a term of GMing what's probably the best and most enjoyable game I've ever run (More on this below...) and writing the quotes for both that and Owen's Unknown Armies game. The summary and quotes for Cthulhu Dark Ages and the quotes for Unknown Armies will be posted soon... eventually... one day.

Another recent quote was: "Perhaps she thinks you're a rubber ninja." This was Tom, after I voiced my realisation that I (or rather, CJ from GTA: San Andreas) had just crept through a bush, holding a knife and wearing a gimp costume, approaching a woman doing Tai Chi, from behind. I had then asked her out and she said, "Yes." This struck me as mildly amusing at the time.

Anyway, back to last night, with events detailed in no particular order:

A bit of a piss-up at Mandy and Danielle's (together forming one third of the League of Extraordinary Lesbians). I picked up some alcohol in the afternoon at Bargain Booze, and made a major mistake.

"Ooh, two four-packs of Sidekicks for £4. That's a bargain."

I drank six of them, plus an unmeasured quantity of whisky, plus 6 or 7 Vodka Buzz alcopop things. I did vomit, but I was the third of three to do so. I would have been fine if it weren't for the Sidekicks. In future, I'll reserve shots strictly for in bars, and not have quite so many of them. If it weren't for (I think it was) Jo and Mandy requesting an orange flavour one each, I would have had the full eight...

Jen got very drunk and I believe we toasted her legs. (We were hungry.)

The mistletoe got a little use, but not in any scandalous fashion. Except maybe Acky and Jen's sister Peggy.

Danielle retired early due to alcohol and still managed to be up by 9am to go off beagling.

I had an interesting conversation with Danielle about hunting with hounds. It's always refreshing to meet someone who's on the other side of a debate. (Except racists. You can't reason with bigotry, so I always get simultaneously frustrated and physically nauseous when debating racism with a racist.)

Had a brief skim of a Countryside Alliance letter that was lying around. I've come to realise that the reason the CA have failed so miserably in their campaigns is because they're incapable of getting their arguments across. They scream, "Prejudice!" at the tops of their voices, and the majority of people in the country, who disagree that the hunting ban is a prejudicial thing, switch off because they assume there's nothing of value in what's going to be said next if the first argument is hurling what is effectively an insult at the opposition. As a result, the Countryside Alliance is preaching to the converted and missing the tens of millions of people who don't think the same way that they do. At least, those are my current thoughts, based on information received in and around an alcoholic haze.

Acky explained his steampunk LARP system and setting, which is tempting, I have to say.

Together, we made a concerted effort to bring Mandy and Danielle into LURPS. I mentioned that I was running Godlike next term, and World War II is one of Danielle's pet subjects.

Upon the ending of the party, Acky slept on the settee, and vanished at around 7am. I got up around three hours later, having slept on cushions on the floor of the study. (Very comfortable, which is good because they have various family coming over Christmas, and that's where Mandy's going to be sleeping.) I woke up surrounded by books like The Diary of a Young Girl, The Sappho Companion, a biography of Hitler in two volumes, A New House at the Chalet School and Tipping The Velvet. Eclectic.


In other news, I now only own a single pair of jeans that fit. All the others were bought either before I came to university or during the early first year. As Kate pointed out after looking at a photo I gave Anny of me from the first year, I have bulked out.

I have trouble fastening the pair I'm wearing now. This is a good thing. I blame Wib Wob's and Kate's lovely, lovely roasts, the latter of which I'll be having tomorrow.


The news regarding Cthulhu Dark Ages that I mentioned earlier: Stephane Gesbert, author of Cthulhu Dark Ages emailed me after reading my Abbey of St. Bartholomew play report. He's asked me to put together an example of play for the game, to go on the website alongside the various other bits and pieces of the game. I figured that basing it on the Man On The Hill sequence would add in all the various bits and pieces - atmosphere, combat, Spot Hidden rolls, Sanity checks, the portrayal of a Mi-Go as a daemon, that kind of thing. Hmm, something to do tomorrow, I think.




Recent thought:

2004 is the first year, since losing my virginity, in which I will not have had sex.

(Hmm, memory returning of drunkenly stating this last night, and Jo calling for a toast to 2005, may I get much sex.)