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tuxedo_elf's house this weekend! Tuxievisiting is really easy these days as it's only an hour out of Cannon Street or Victoria, and there's this cool train ticket called "Network Away Break", which lets you take your outward on the day of purchase and your return journey within the next 4 or 5 days as long as it's not before 9:30am (and since I don't even like being awake before then, never mind on a train, this suits me fine!), so lovely.
Last night we watched a movie that was actually WORSE the The Curse of King Tut's Tomb. O_O It was that one with Christian Slater - Churchill - The Hollywood Years or something similar. I suspect the whole thing is a remarkably subtle joke and knows it's the most terribe film EVER and mocking anyone who tries to take it seriously. Oh, I LOVED it so! Wow. I wonder if the Queen has seen it and marvelled at the remarkable caricature of her youthful self that appears in it.
Mr Tux cooked us LOADS of yummy food last night, and I'm informed that more will follow tonight.
And having a good night's sleep on a decent-sized bed with NO sirens, traffic noise or barking Staffies was BLISS. I swear, one hour's sleep at Tuxie's house is equal to three hours in London! And I was dreaming of something other than the spectral reflectances of coloured plastics for a change!
tuxedo_elf's house this weekend! Tuxievisiting is really easy these days as it's only an hour out of Cannon Street or Victoria, and there's this cool train ticket called "Network Away Break", which lets you take your outward on the day of purchase and your return journey within the next 4 or 5 days as long as it's not before 9:30am (and since I don't even like being awake before then, never mind on a train, this suits me fine!), so lovely.Last night we watched a movie that was actually WORSE the The Curse of King Tut's Tomb. O_O It was that one with Christian Slater - Churchill - The Hollywood Years or something similar. I suspect the whole thing is a remarkably subtle joke and knows it's the most terribe film EVER and mocking anyone who tries to take it seriously. Oh, I LOVED it so! Wow. I wonder if the Queen has seen it and marvelled at the remarkable caricature of her youthful self that appears in it.
Mr Tux cooked us LOADS of yummy food last night, and I'm informed that more will follow tonight.
And having a good night's sleep on a decent-sized bed with NO sirens, traffic noise or barking Staffies was BLISS. I swear, one hour's sleep at Tuxie's house is equal to three hours in London! And I was dreaming of something other than the spectral reflectances of coloured plastics for a change!
