Cast your mind back a few months if you will, dear reader, to those halcyon days of summer - Paris, Pimms, chocolate tart, a Gay Union Jack, a very burnt head, getting locked in the park, a memorable taxi ride - yes, you KNOW what I'm talking about. Some are already referring to it as "The New Woodstock." Anyway, we (that is yours truly, Le Meg, Frog With a Blog, and Petite Anglaise) all enjoyed it so much that we thought we'd do it again - errm NEXT WEEK!!! As the lovely Meg says "Join us next weekend - November 10 - for some drinking, air-kissing, and mutual ego-stroking!" Tempted? C'mon, don't miss a (possibly) unique opportunity to buy me a drink. Save us from our (usual) fate of getting trollied and ending up at Gay Karaoke yet again (my italics). Meg has thoughtfully knocked up a website for this event. Go there for details. And don't worry if you don't have a blog, come anyway. And remember, last time we got written up in the FT - this time, we're aiming for Vogue/Têtu (or is that just me? and aren't they the same anyway?)
11 comments:
If you're picnicking outdoors on November 10, you'll need ice picks, not sunscreen.
Those are exactly the cartoon characters I was thinking about - with the wide heads that would fit into yr gold jacket! Still can't remember what they are called. Is this old age?
Seriously, what's wrong with giving a girl a little bit more notice?
what a bunch of complainers!
I'm in.
Ah Nardac my lovely, Samantha and Starman don't live quite as near as you or I - try California and Brittany!! They're entitled to a bit more notice (though I believe Starman's headed this way in the Spring). Good on ya!!
Whoops, try FLORIDA and Brittany!!
Starman is right - a picnic in November? Somehow I can't imagine the likes of yourself or Petite Anglaise sat around a brazier in donkey jackets, shivering and holding mugs of Batchelors beef Cup-A-Soup. You just get a glamorous idea about certain bloggers ... say it ain't so!
It's an indoor picnic, and the drinks have to be paid for. Aka... it's had a bloody fucking bar. Has nobody clicked for details before commenting?
Hmmm... I'm playing bad cop to Steve's good cop.
damnit... I can't write properly today either.
Does all this coppery mean that you'll be there Nardac? Because the whole drinks night is just an elaborate set up to hear you sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" later on...
And Samantha, you're right, we suck. We're not really "advance planning" sort of people, this was just an impromptu idea. But we'll have the whole dark winter to think about and plan our spring gulps.
See y'all tonight!
xo
I'll be there, and I won't be singing unless someone else buys the drinks! You gotta pay to play.
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