Bah and humbug

[annwfyn]

pierot, because he loves me, has given me the bestest Christmas gift in the world ever.

Flu.

Now, that's just the gift that keeps giving. I can share it with others and still be able to keep loads for myself.

My glands are swollen, I've got a sore throat and I think I might be about to die soon. On the plus side jez is loads more poorly than me, and he's gone into work as well. If anyone wants to torment him he and imnotagoth are working down in Caversham today. Scott's hungover as well. Go on. Go and spread the love.

Ahem. Anyway.

In other news I discovered another reason why marriage is a bad idea last night. Hen Nights.

I don't think I quite understand some of the logic. First of all, the really silly itchy tat that gets draped over the bride-to-be - in this case a fairly tasteful sash with red flashing lights spelling out 'nearly married'. Surely not comfortable. Then there are the 'fun' activities.

One of Leah's friends brought along a book of 'fun hen night dares' for the bride to be, including such wonders as 'the bride to be must snog the first man with a moustache she sees, no matter how fat or repulsive', and 'the bride to be must find three men and get them to tell her the size of their penises, which she then writes down in this little book'. It was just all...

*cringes*

I don't think I quite get the logic - much as I don't get the logic of taking a guy who is about to me married out for a night and then getting in strippers/prostitutes, which I know happens occasionally. Either the about-to-be-married couple are poly, in which case there is very little need for a Last Wild Night (tm), and prostitutes and men with moustaches aren't something anyone should wish on a friend, or they are monogamous, and it can't be a good start to a marriage to be trying to encourage someone to cheat on their partner at this particular juncture in time. I really don't think I quite understand.

At least there was no talk of male strippers.

I did, however, get to see some folks I hadn't seen in years which was fab. Oh - quisalan - Carys Ottner was there, says 'hello' and is looking wonderful! She's lost the thick glasses and now is just really tall and slender. She's living in Bath and working as a software engineer these days, has had the same boyfriend for the last year and seems really happy.

I may be radiating grumpiness today. I blame the flu. *snuffles demonically* If I suffer, the world should suffer too. Damnit.

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[twicedead.livejournal.com]

Flu is like the magic penny,
Hold it tight and you won't have any
Spend it, spend it and you'll have so many
For all the whole world.

Get well soon or alternately cough on other people on your course to reduce the average grade across the class.