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rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-07 09:24 am
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Chris Is Going To Give Birth To A Kitten, Apparently.
Had a picnic in Regent's Park yesterday with
anewcitylife (Charlie),
causethesounds (Chris),
apiphile (Del),
foxinmyhands,
ruthi,
ukcalico,
ihavecake and
strangefrontier! It was delightful and also highly inappropriate.
Out-of-Context Theatre:
(Chris is biting Del's fist.)
Charlie: Don't taunt her, Chris! You're fifteen!
Del: It's all right. One day I'll punch her in the vag; it'll be amazing.
(Yes, all right, that had a bit of context. 'Out-of-Context Theatre' isn't actually terribly strict about the anecdotes it allows in.)
Charlie: I want fic in which David Mitchell has to logically work out that he should get naked right the fuck now.
Riona: Was I looking the other way when sticking candles up bums became something everyone did?
Charlie: David Mitchell would make quite a good owl. ...I've drunk too much today.
(Chris and Charlie are lying adorably on each other; Riona is writing this fact down.)
Chris: You fucking voyeur, Riona. But, to be fair, I am flirting a lot.
Riona: That's no justification! You can't say 'oh, yes, I was watching, but to be fair to me you were having sex'.
(Seriously, Chris and Charlie were far too cute. We all ended up 'shipping them. Later, I was somehow absorbed into the cuddlepile and felt like the new character who turns up in the third series and is resented by the fandom for interfering with the OTP. If you ever actually got together, guys, I promise I wouldn't stand in your way! I would sit comfortably out of the way. In the corner. With my notebook.)
Del: I once had a sex dream about Hugh Laurie. And then my boyfriend tried to get into bed when I was half-asleep, and I kicked him out, and my rationale was 'you're not Hugh Laurie'.
(Chris is scratching Charlie's back.)
Charlie: Are you trying to undo my bra?
Chris: Not yet.
Charlie: Del for Prime Minister! She's less creepy than David Cameron!
Del: ...thanks.
We have decided that my autobiography is going to be titled On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward. It will be a million-seller.
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Out-of-Context Theatre:
(Chris is biting Del's fist.)
Charlie: Don't taunt her, Chris! You're fifteen!
Del: It's all right. One day I'll punch her in the vag; it'll be amazing.
(Yes, all right, that had a bit of context. 'Out-of-Context Theatre' isn't actually terribly strict about the anecdotes it allows in.)
Charlie: I want fic in which David Mitchell has to logically work out that he should get naked right the fuck now.
Riona: Was I looking the other way when sticking candles up bums became something everyone did?
Charlie: David Mitchell would make quite a good owl. ...I've drunk too much today.
(Chris and Charlie are lying adorably on each other; Riona is writing this fact down.)
Chris: You fucking voyeur, Riona. But, to be fair, I am flirting a lot.
Riona: That's no justification! You can't say 'oh, yes, I was watching, but to be fair to me you were having sex'.
(Seriously, Chris and Charlie were far too cute. We all ended up 'shipping them. Later, I was somehow absorbed into the cuddlepile and felt like the new character who turns up in the third series and is resented by the fandom for interfering with the OTP. If you ever actually got together, guys, I promise I wouldn't stand in your way! I would sit comfortably out of the way. In the corner. With my notebook.)
Del: I once had a sex dream about Hugh Laurie. And then my boyfriend tried to get into bed when I was half-asleep, and I kicked him out, and my rationale was 'you're not Hugh Laurie'.
(Chris is scratching Charlie's back.)
Charlie: Are you trying to undo my bra?
Chris: Not yet.
Charlie: Del for Prime Minister! She's less creepy than David Cameron!
Del: ...thanks.
We have decided that my autobiography is going to be titled On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward. It will be a million-seller.
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Can it involve Robert Webb? I'm still charmed that he has actually declared me to be a normal person, and now I want him in more fic and things.
Plus, he's like a nudity-generation machine, so it could be logical to the premise of the fic. With him around, nakedness happens!
Was I looking the other way when sticking candles up bums became something everyone did?
Now I'm
rememberingpicturing the big secret bum-candle party where everyone in the world was invited except for you.David Mitchell would make quite a good owl. ...I've drunk too much today.
God, now I want to incorporate him into that deeply preposterous tg_crack fic series with the owl-beaver war. He could be the nervously ineffectual owl who's frightened of Simon Cowell!
We have decided that my autobiography is going to be titled On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward.
I'd read it.
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Not that that precludes fancying from Mitchell's side, of course.)
Man, I never get to go to the bum-candle parties. (Can it really be called 'secret' if only one person in the world doesn't know about it?)
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Although even without sex, I could see nudity happening. Possibly there's a long and surprisingly wild party and after many hours of "No thanks, I'm the designated driver" and being accidentally dragged into kitchen-duty, he decides it's time to find Robert Webb.
Who is in a smoke-filled room upstairs, involved in the world's longest game of strip poker (they added a special "If you win the hand, you can put on the clothing everyone else has shed" rule, just to prolong things - currently, Robert Webb is wearing seven bras). And they're not letting people who aren't playing into the game, and David Mitchell realizes that if he's going to get any sleep that night, they have to leave straight away, so he needs a way to get into the room and not be pulled into the game.
The answer? Nudity. If he's already naked, he can't be expected to play strip poker.
It's secret if you're actively concealing it from that one person. Which I think I may have just ruined. Oh dear.
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Can't even describe how funny I found this. Glad you all had a lovely time! x
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EDIT: Although, bloody hell, the poll seems to indicate scores of fans may be there. That's a bit terrifying.
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COME ON, IT'LL BE FUN, I WANT TO MEET YOUUUUUU
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Also, I would read the shit out of a book called On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward.
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Lovely to meet you! Next time I will be less disheveled (probably). *g*
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...This is possibly the best thing I have ever read, my god.
I also lol'd faaaaaaaar too much at "one day I'll punch her in the vag." Because I am a freak.
basically: I WISH I WASN'T SO AFRAID OF PUBLIC TRANSPORT. I WOULD TOTALLY LOVE TO HAVE AN LJ PICNIC.
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Chris texted me last night and I was all 'boo, I am stuck inside and far away'! Next time this happens I am so going to somehow be there; sounds like you guys had fun :)
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... Why am I surprised?
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Also, I feel that this whole post proves what we were talking about the other week: everything is a fandom. Trufax.
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*blink blink*
Are they lit?
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Are there any other circumstances or context that might help, or is it just the usual bum = USB port of the human body type thing?
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Right. This is probably enough information to get my brain to shush and stop picturing things.
Though maybe not.
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It's a shame you couldn't be there. Maybe some other comedy picnic?
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Was this something he said about you specifically, or in a statement he made about "people in X category are perfectly normal"?
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Plus, whenever I picture a child's drawing of a house, the smoke curls upwards and doesn't crash to the ground in chunks like blue ice, and I worry about things less often than David Mitchell does, so I qualify.
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[For added lulz, on Monday Shay & I went to Brighton with SOME MORE tiny lesbians. I have had the gayest weekend ever]