Not LT fic for once...

[janey_mac]

Weekend was busy and awesome. Jo Co and Paul and Storm on Friday night were very good, though Paul and Storm seemed to have far more energy than Jonathan Coulton, who, to be fair, had been detained by immigration in Heathrow earlier and probably had less time to relax. (Alan, have words! Mind you, he said they were very nice and gave him coffee.)

Comments

[plucky_lass]

Alan's currently theorising as to why they held him up. Its involving Irish impressions that I would say were racist if I hadn't heard the guys he's referencing actually talk like that :-)

[janey_mac]

What, "we don't want his sort here?" :)

[plucky_lass]

When Alan was in Heathrow it used to be the guys in Cork they dealt with and the accents (and mannerisms) were very strong and very much the stereotype.

[janey_mac]

Ah, the People's Republic of Cork. They're their own special stereotype, complete with incomprehensible accent and obscure dialectal words. :)

[janey_mac]

Weekend was made of win. It was exhausting win, mind you. :)

And well done Rick for the essay, particularly the phrase "You're not going to bed until it's finished."

[foxfour]

Ways you make me wish I'd been there: almost all of them.

[janey_mac]

It would have been great to have you there. Stop being far away!

[janey_mac]

I know, it's dreadful. I need to do better, and spend my weekends not doing anything interesting so that I have more time to write fic, and nothing else to write about. :P