And, I'd adore a game a M** some time. I've not played it in years.
(Oh, and as an aside - I've been doing some spring-cleaning around here, and I've managed to find a bag of stuff that belongs to you. A big pile of post from Hack, a Japanese-style folding hanging thing, a purse and a pile of brightly-coloured magnetic letters. It kind of got left with me when Hack broke up, got buried and survived a house moving since then. Oops. Do you want me to forward it on to you?)
The purse is wrapped in soft paper, and has a sheep stitched in to it.
I've taken the liberty of throwing away the obvious junk mail; 4 year old junk mail is of no use to anyone.
I'll post it on; as the original plan was for me to give it to you the next time I saw you (which has clearly failed...), it's simplest if I ensure it gets done now.
That purse rings no bells at all. Are you sure it was mine? And thanks for throwing away the junk mail -- I have plenty enough here! :-)
The problem with "the next time you see me" is that we never seem to know in advance when we're going to turn up to the same parties. Clearly the answer is to organise a party. Preferably involving the Chairman's Game, and sausages, and BOOZE.
Clearly the answer is to organise a party. Preferably involving the Chairman's Game, and sausages, and BOOZE.
You're on. Your place or mine?
(The problem with my place is that aren't many M** players round here anymore, although there are probably some of them still around, I've just fallen out of contact with a fair few of them.)
The promise of a chairmanly game would be a full tenth of a reason to travel Dahn Sahf on its own.
Actually, I could try to reconnect you with the DipSoc Old Gits, who definitely doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo from time to time. (In Abingdon, no less!)
I have meant to get myself a nine-of-diamonds icon for a good 18 months now...
The problem with my place is that there are M** players around here, but a lot of them are The Wrong Sort Of M** Players: they do not have the Oxford nature. (Mu.)
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:45 am (UTC)And, I'd adore a game a M** some time. I've not played it in years.
(Oh, and as an aside - I've been doing some spring-cleaning around here, and I've managed to find a bag of stuff that belongs to you. A big pile of post from Hack, a Japanese-style folding hanging thing, a purse and a pile of brightly-coloured magnetic letters. It kind of got left with me when Hack broke up, got buried and survived a house moving since then. Oops. Do you want me to forward it on to you?)
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:08 am (UTC)What's the purse look like? I can't think of any that I don't know where they are...
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:30 am (UTC)I've taken the liberty of throwing away the obvious junk mail; 4 year old junk mail is of no use to anyone.
I'll post it on; as the original plan was for me to give it to you the next time I saw you (which has clearly failed...), it's simplest if I ensure it gets done now.
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:32 am (UTC)And thanks for throwing away the junk mail -- I have plenty enough here! :-)
The problem with "the next time you see me" is that we never seem to know in advance when we're going to turn up to the same parties. Clearly the answer is to organise a party. Preferably involving the Chairman's Game, and sausages, and BOOZE.
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:42 am (UTC)You're on. Your place or mine?
(The problem with my place is that aren't many M** players round here anymore, although there are probably some of them still around, I've just fallen out of contact with a fair few of them.)
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:01 pm (UTC)Actually, I could try to reconnect you with the DipSoc Old Gits, who definitely doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo from time to time. (In Abingdon, no less!)
I have meant to get myself a nine-of-diamonds icon for a good 18 months now...
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