30s TTC - We Started TTC When the LAST Coalition Government Was In Power

[Muser]

BESH is BACK for Spring. Come in, admire the cocktail bar stylings I have created for you. It's all lowlights and smooth sounds, and there's a rehearsal room in back for the GLEE practice.

The barman are beautiful, the Pit has been well stocked with beanbags and gin. So roll up all you 30-something BESHies who stopped counting cycles sometime in the last century, and grab a martini.

Aries sorry to hear about the bastard droid.

Scorpy glad today went well my little choux fleur.

Stay away from my nips, biatch. They could do with as little stimulation as possible. But thanks for the thought .

How's Lorry? Lorry are you there? . Can I join you for a while?

Please someone join me. I'm really struggling here. I know I was being silly and flippant before.

Now I feel pathetic and beggy

ARIES!! Oh Aries down ere! Bring some wet wipes with you, there's a love.

Seriously, I'm sorry the droid got to you too. Tis proper shite. You're not pathetic & beggy, don't think that. How's the wine going?

scorps glad today was OK for you. You seem to be crossing a fair few hurdles lately, & doing very well. A* for you.

gin that fred title is genius - gets my vote.

Think I joined the Palais on day of opening, prolly 1st person to reply to Queen Donttrythisathome. Not that I was desperate or owt, sniffing out a 30 sommat fred.

I'm bored of aiming for diffment now. To think I imagined I'd be trying for a second by now - PAH! Does not help that I'm 38 next month. 3-fucking-8. Christ, what happened there?

Aries - really sorry the beepy bastard caught up with, I know that feeling well from having it last week.

Really sorry about the bleeping bastard aries and laurie. It sucks the big one.

I'm drunk. Aries I feel a bit tearful for you and honestly wish so much that I lived just round the corner and could burst in and smother you in my decidedly squidgy upper arms and read to you from any Rosamund Pilcher of your chooring.

Lozza lover you can joing in my bosom is immense and there's plenty room for two

XXXXXXXXXXxxx

(UnBESHly kisses)

CHOOSING!

fuckit.

Thank you loveliest of BESHes

And Meds, big unBESHly kisses and hugs.

I knew Drink whilst slightly emotional was a bad idea. Harumph.

Oh, sweet RieRie, come rest your head on my lap and I will stroke your hair and feed you the booze of your choice through a funnel. This biz can be a living hell at times We can't give you a baybee (though you know we could if we could) but we can give you lurve, support, bittersweet laughter and a punch in the chops when necessary

And talLOUla, I hear ya about the 3-fucking-8 nightmare. I have just under 5 months to go Is there someone we can sue for emotional distress, do you think?

Aw lorry n aries it's all just such a massive pile of arse (to put it poetically.)

gggggrrrrr and aaaaarrrrgh to sadmaking stuff.

Incidentally, where the fuck is whothefuckisalice ???

Ah. She's in the land of the free.

Might just keep talking to myself til it's time for new fred, otherwise it's bound to happen soon as I wander off...

You can talk to meeeeee!

I am in a good mood as the booze ban appears to have worked.

Now, where did the Mr leave my cup of earl grey with lavender gin?

Also, my local paper has the BEST story ever in the headline is: Could it kill?

And here at chez gin, the booze seems to be doing the trick!

although night off tonight I think. Am truly knackered. Not from SWI, only done dat twice so far...

A crow with a grudge

I think we should employ the crow as a bouncer. The real version of the paper is much more entertaining. Big scary headline, looming picture of the crow. Considering someone actually got shot nearby last week the decision to go with Grudge Crow is a bit odd.

I has done it. Badly.

Hooray for new fred. Goodbye old fred.

I know it's about to curl up and die, but I'm leaving this here for my luvver Pisces - just read your updates, I'm so sorry. Really really. I hope you can be kind to yourself today. As luck would have it Tesco came last night (the man came striding into my living room while I was expecting DH to intercept him at front door, I was in old pyjamas, v nearly indecent, with wallpaper paste in my hair!! He wasn't offering ME any extras, then) so here is my brand new sack of Twirls, just for you, no sharezees required. And a bottle of vino. Because although it's half 8 in the morning, it's warm enough to be lunchtime, so it's fine.

ps blardy love the new fred title and OP

VERY LAST POST: Thanks Cass my dear chum.