5.45pm, The Bridge - The other members of creative writing society argue about films they have never seen and books they have never read. I ignore them and frantically tap out words about fog into my Psion.
6.10pm, The Stag's Head -
obandsoller and I have retired to the union bar. I am sipping a rum and Diet Coke, when
obandsoller points out the two people who are walking around in a rubber dinghy.
Soon, there is a guy dressed as a submarine ordering a drink at the bar and in the far corner of the room, there's someone dressed as a sailboat. Then more people dressed as boats appear and I wonder if the pub is pretending to be a dock.
6.10pm, The Stag's Head -
Soon, there is a guy dressed as a submarine ordering a drink at the bar and in the far corner of the room, there's someone dressed as a sailboat. Then more people dressed as boats appear and I wonder if the pub is pretending to be a dock.
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Date: 2006-11-22 10:18 am (UTC)I'm not entirely convinced there is much of a plot, just fog, but hey, no plot, no problem.
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Date: 2006-11-23 12:00 am (UTC)I'm not entirely sure I have a plot either, but things seem to be happening, so that's all I really ask of my nanos.