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[11 Jul 2011|04:15pm] |
Really, the looks I got today - you'd think no one had ever shown up to work with a black eye before. You'd think I'd never shown up to work with a black eye before. Don't people know it's rude to stare? Wizards are too quick to heal little stuff the easy way, I think. Badge of honor, people!
Speaking of badges, I finally shaved on Saturday afternoon, which - clearly - promptly resulted in the Wasps pulling down their second worst loss of the season. Not doing that again.
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[27 Jun 2011|10:39pm] |
Apparently I'm bad for the standings.
If any of the Montrose players want to catch dinner and a show, I'll be sure to make myself available.
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[20 Jun 2011|01:21pm] |
Life is good. I mean, really.
And it's even Monday.
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[29 May 2011|05:42pm] |
Is it just me, or are the birds singing a little more than usual? Sun a bit brighter, breeze a little sweeter, etc.? Maybe it's just me. Who's up for brunch? Jill? Kirke? Anyone feeling sufficiently human to face the daylight? Anyone awake?
[Kevin]
Thanks for the tickets, again - the seats were amazing. I almost got hit in the face! Sorry you lot had such tough luck. There's always next ... month? time! And while I may not be a skilled cooker of consolation dinners, I am an expert transporter of consolation takeaway.
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[27 May 2011|12:11pm] |
[Private to Marietta]
The World Cup Stadium sounds promising, but I have to say 'family entertainment' is making me a little leery. What's the verdict on beer?
I mean, I'm sure you've worked your fingers to the bone and I will enjoy myself immensely, etc., etc. As long as you've retained your sanity - that's all that matters.
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[13 May 2011|11:24am] |
When I was in school, our rowing club wore ties to classes every day we had a race. It was meant to get people's attention, in hopes that they'd come out to the river and cheer, and it wasn't completely ineffective - people always asked me why the hell I was wearing a tie. Formal dress wasn't really the norm in the religions department.
Since it is the norm - the constant, mind-numbing norm - here in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, I've been thinking it wouldn't hurt to shake things up a little. We could institute a casual Friday policy. (Or casual Monday - anything that makes Monday morning easier is good in my book.) It would be morale-boosting.
Anyway. Lunch time - four hours til happy hour.
[Andrew]
Except not for me, I'm off to Galway for the night. The one Saturday I probably won't wake up with a headache, and I couldn't possibly care less about anyone playing that day. The only good that can come of this is if the Tornadoes drop a couple spots.
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[05 May 2011|12:27pm] |
This morning I saw a man biking through my neighborhood in a tweed jacket and a bow tie. He looked right out of an old film - one cuff rolled up, throwing back an espresso at the cafe while waiting for the stoplight to change, all that. I've never been one for neat, but I don't know, this might have to be the new look.
Does anyone know how to tie a bow tie? Or where I can get a bike? You know how to ride, don't you, Jill? We could get a twin look going. I think it'd really set off a trend. Possibly there could be caps involved. It might even get me to shave.
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[22 Apr 2011|09:32pm] |
[Kevin]
If you've got some time on Sunday night, would you like to come for dinner? Or if you're busy, maybe just dessert? At my mum and dad's, I mean. It's in Nazeing. This sounds They don't know who you are yet, of course, but I'd like it if you came.
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[18 Apr 2011|10:21pm] |
→ Do you like excellent home cooking? Lamb? Potatoes? The best treacle tart in all of Britain?
→ Do you find yourself with nowhere to go this glorious Easter weekend? Missing family? Homesick? Waited too long to make plans? Just plain bored?
→ Do you enjoy the company of brilliant, ambitious, beautiful women? Good company? Sparkling wit, high spirits, great taste in cocktails, etc.?
If so, you'll want to be in touch with Jno. Sloper, of 23B Hanbury St., before the 22nd of this month, for your chance at a free holiday dinner with an unparalleled companion. No charge, no obligation, no expectations. Don't wait. This opportunity will not come again.
Satisfaction not guaranteed. Offeror reserves the right to refuse consideration, entrance, or service to any party for any reason whatsoever. Parties with extensive criminal histories, exceedingly crooked teeth, or irrevocably damaged reputations need not apply. Reneging on contract without twenty-four hours notice may result in being punched in the face.
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[18 Apr 2011|11:36am] |
There's nothing worse than a dirty game. Bloody depressing. I know I counted about twelve calls heinous enough that they deserve to be prosecuted before a full panel of the Council of Magical Law. I'd go down the list one by one, but I can't seem to remember them all just now, and I couldn't seem to get my hands on this damned journal the night of. Strange, the times it decides to go missing.
I do remember the stirring outpouring of support I received from my friends and family. I'm very grateful, you know, but next time you want to come over and cheer me up I recommend owling first. You never know when a man's going to be naked bad company.
[Kevin]
You don't have to owl first. Obviously.
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[12 Apr 2011|01:53pm] |
When your team smashes the shit out of plays excellently on a Saturday, I think you've got something pretty damn near a right to spend Sunday in a complete daze. And anyone who doesn't think a hangover can extend well into Monday morning is a fucking sop who needs to get laid should try it before they start judging people for coming in late well before lunchtime. Missing the Ministry's biannual or bimonthly or whatever the hell it is meeting about the Proper Precautions to take against being seen by Muggles is more reason to stay away from work, not less. Here's a precaution for you: don't try to keep your existence secret from ninety-some percent of your fellow countrymen, and you won't have to go around playing god and wiping their memories whenever you happen to fuck up. Just a suggestion.
[Andrew]
I need some hair of the dog and an excuse to call in sick tomorrow. Busy?
[Kevin]
I may have shouted some unforgivable things about your teammates on Saturday. I'm pretty sure, however, that none of them heard.
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[20 Mar 2011|01:34pm] |
460. Hell yes.
Shit. When yellow ink makes you want to hide under the blankets, you know it's too early to go outside. If anyone needs me, I'll be dying quietly in my own bed - which is never how I expected to go, I must say.
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[10 Mar 2011|10:41pm] |
Life is good. And I say this as a man who's just been tasked with transcribing ten years' worth of pixie-damaged European hazardous material shipping compliance records.
[Jill & Andrew]
So, who feels like supporting the Kestrals from the good seats? I know neither of you have anything better to do.
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[22 Feb 2011|09:50pm] |
[Private to Jill]
I have a favor to ask of you. Are you going to the gala this weekend?
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[13 Feb 2011|10:03pm] |
Well. Kenmore were feeling a bit punchy, weren't they? Good show. Sometimes you like a nice blowout. Great way to wrap up the preseason - congrats to the lot of you - and I can't wait to kick off the real thing, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed. I mean, it's not that I expect an invitation to the first brawl of the year, but it's one of those things, isn't it - once you've missed it, there's no going back. So that's that. I've got some time to make up for.
I would, however, like to point out that 'minimal damage' to furniture does not constitute a brawl. If either of the participants want to know how it's done, I'm happy to offer my services. There's nothing more depressing than amateur hour.
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[08 Feb 2011|10:01pm] |
[Kevin]
Bad luck about the injury - hope you're faring all right. Broom collision? Stray Bludger? I knocked myself out cold with my own bat, once, you know.
If there's anything you need Chin up, and all that - and best of luck getting back on your feet by Saturday.
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[06 Feb 2011|07:50pm] |
Bugger.
A good game, though, even if the ref is obviously in the employ of the Welsh are the worst fecking cheate the better team couldn't prevail. Still about eight thousand times better than listening over the wireless, though. I don't know if I'll be able to go back to the old ways.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go lie down in the dark with a mug of weak tea and complete silence.
[Kevin]
Thanks again - seriously, that was fantastic. Took a bit of the sting out of it all.
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[31 Jan 2011|05:13pm] |
[Private to Kevin Entwhistle]
Any decision on the ballet, yet? I'd love to have you along. These things get a bit lonely when Kirke drifts off to sleep, as he usually does within about ten minutes of the overture, the lucky . And heaven knows I'm not qualified to tell him what happened, once the curtain comes down.
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[27 Jan 2011|10:26am] |
Wandering aimlessly has served me well, recently, so I think I'll be spending my evening puttering around trying to find a concert. I haven't been through Soho in ages, but I think I might end up simply heading east and slumming it nearer to home. If anyone's interested in a long (and potentially chilly) evening of searching for live music, I'm hoping to get started around six. No doubt there will be stops along the way to refuel, and all of that. Kirke! You're good at refueling. You should come.
I would also settle for tickets, if anyone happens to have any. But that takes away some of the adventure, doesn't it? And I need a hunt to go on that's more exciting than locate all filing boxes containing records pertinent to Regulations C35.iii - D897.xv. We all do. (Jill! You're good at hunting. Right?)
In other news, best of luck to both teams this Saturday. Place your bets.
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