Sing, Nolans, Sing!

[madwitch]

It's that time again, and a sadly depleted Team Bitch are heading to Synthetic Culture this Friday. Serial Bitch is off with the Purple Peril, Clue Bitch is in Scotland, but me and Mae West Bitch (aka Blonde Bitch) and our erstwhile companion Mr Raybans (aka Pteppic, aka The Ringmaster, aka Mr Mojo) will be heading to Egg to drink, giggle and dance on a dancefloor free of insecurity.

The only thing that could enhance this delectable night is even more fabulous company, and so EVERYONE should come with us. *grin*

You know you want to....;-P

okay Nolans, you can stop singing now. STOP IT, I said...

Comments

[medusa-nw.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to do anything, but we bumped into some people last night and Alex said 'what are we doing on Friday again'? Apparently we have to spend all weekend nights together now! Not that I'm complaining... ;-)

Oh, and we just ended up going for a drink locally last night, we missed the club because Mr Cleverpants left his students' coursework on the train! He got it back, but we'd missed the show by then. So we went to this bar in Clapham Junction with me in full burlesque gear. He loved the attention I got! :-D

[madwitch.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you're not complaining one bit, dear. About any of it. ;-P

[medusa-nw.livejournal.com]

Nope! :-D

[old-corbie.livejournal.com]

Sounds fantabulous :-)

Curiosity - what's the status on the bag of eight crunchies? Ever find out where they came from?

[madwitch.livejournal.com]

They are now sitting in a bag on the kitchen table, but there are only 6. Someone has eaten 2, and it wasn't me because they SCARE ME!