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Yes, I have a London trip to write up, but first let's play catch up...
Most of the best bits of February revolved around my birthday, including nice meal with Kris and my parents in Manchester, some lovely presents, and my Cheating 21st-in-Hex party for Evil Geniuses and Super Villains. This was great fun, especially the part where myself and my loyal lieutenant held interviews in which the assorted villains had to enter one by one and demonstrate both their most evil laugh AND reveal their plan to take over/destroy the world, as well as showcasing their costumes. The winners:
Best costume (female): Cruella deVille (Jacqui)
(Runner up: Mistress of PAIN-ting (Clare) )
Best costume (male): Dr Horrible (Skippy)
(Runner up: Cthulhu (David) )
Most evil laugh: Evil Orange (with added BOTULISM!) (Sarah O)
(Runner up: the Evil Mime (Ra) ) (Don't ask)
Most diabolical plan to take over the world:
The Mad Morriser (Sel), with her to inflict non-stop folk music on the entire planet until everybody gave up and became morris dancers
(Runner up: Lady Gaga (Mof), with a similar plan, however the judges felt that folk music was even more evil that Lady Gaga singles)
Special award for persistence in evilness:
The Mad Scientist (Neil), who was rather lacklustre in his initial interview but kept popping back in to up the ante with more and more excuses... 'I've got a deathray, but I left it at home!'
I created a Super Villain called the Magpie, with black and white outfit and feathered harlequin cape and traditional half-mask and an exceedingly blinged out gun that hypnotised with the shiny shiny. I also made a punch that didn't kill anybody, or even maim them. Somewhere, through the years, actually-21-year-old me is violently disowning me. The map of the world was descended upon and divided up beteen the villainous crew (although a disturbing amount of territory was claimed in the name of 80's pop acts...) Also, it was conclusively proved that Kris's transformer collection is terrifying to anyone of sane mind, and that nobody should ever be left alone with soft toys, especially not Jacqui.
All in all was a brilliant party, and was it reassuring to see that not only were people lovely enough to drag themselves all the way out to North Leeds, but that the house could comfortably hold them all with plenty of room to spare. This means I can actually plan some kind of garden party this summer without worrying where to put people when it rains!
Other good bits of February included Manchester, which contained not just Matt but also Mona, and experiencing the delights of Swedish Eurovision heats party. What started as a relatively civilised evening of bitching about/drooling over the various entries soon encountered copious amounts of sambuca and goldshlager, and descended into singstar and wrestling and chaos and ruin. (Any video evidence of me singstarring is naturally faked, lying and wrong.) The next day I was force-fed spisodes of Glee until I gave in and developed an addiction. (Any suggestions that this actually happened halfway through the pilot, and that I spent the rest of the afternoon demanding more, are also faked, lying and wrong.)
(Most of the bad bits of February involved double-barrelled sinus infections and working far too much to catch up, but if I ignore them they will go away...)
Most of the best bits of February revolved around my birthday, including nice meal with Kris and my parents in Manchester, some lovely presents, and my Cheating 21st-in-Hex party for Evil Geniuses and Super Villains. This was great fun, especially the part where myself and my loyal lieutenant held interviews in which the assorted villains had to enter one by one and demonstrate both their most evil laugh AND reveal their plan to take over/destroy the world, as well as showcasing their costumes. The winners:
Best costume (female): Cruella deVille (Jacqui)
(Runner up: Mistress of PAIN-ting (Clare) )
Best costume (male): Dr Horrible (Skippy)
(Runner up: Cthulhu (David) )
Most evil laugh: Evil Orange (with added BOTULISM!) (Sarah O)
(Runner up: the Evil Mime (Ra) ) (Don't ask)
Most diabolical plan to take over the world:
The Mad Morriser (Sel), with her to inflict non-stop folk music on the entire planet until everybody gave up and became morris dancers
(Runner up: Lady Gaga (Mof), with a similar plan, however the judges felt that folk music was even more evil that Lady Gaga singles)
Special award for persistence in evilness:
The Mad Scientist (Neil), who was rather lacklustre in his initial interview but kept popping back in to up the ante with more and more excuses... 'I've got a deathray, but I left it at home!'
I created a Super Villain called the Magpie, with black and white outfit and feathered harlequin cape and traditional half-mask and an exceedingly blinged out gun that hypnotised with the shiny shiny. I also made a punch that didn't kill anybody, or even maim them. Somewhere, through the years, actually-21-year-old me is violently disowning me. The map of the world was descended upon and divided up beteen the villainous crew (although a disturbing amount of territory was claimed in the name of 80's pop acts...) Also, it was conclusively proved that Kris's transformer collection is terrifying to anyone of sane mind, and that nobody should ever be left alone with soft toys, especially not Jacqui.
All in all was a brilliant party, and was it reassuring to see that not only were people lovely enough to drag themselves all the way out to North Leeds, but that the house could comfortably hold them all with plenty of room to spare. This means I can actually plan some kind of garden party this summer without worrying where to put people when it rains!
Other good bits of February included Manchester, which contained not just Matt but also Mona, and experiencing the delights of Swedish Eurovision heats party. What started as a relatively civilised evening of bitching about/drooling over the various entries soon encountered copious amounts of sambuca and goldshlager, and descended into singstar and wrestling and chaos and ruin. (Any video evidence of me singstarring is naturally faked, lying and wrong.) The next day I was force-fed spisodes of Glee until I gave in and developed an addiction. (Any suggestions that this actually happened halfway through the pilot, and that I spent the rest of the afternoon demanding more, are also faked, lying and wrong.)
(Most of the bad bits of February involved double-barrelled sinus infections and working far too much to catch up, but if I ignore them they will go away...)
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