Life Or Something Totally Unlike It

[apolla]

I have yet to receive a reply to my actually very polite email to my plagiarist. I'm actually in some ways more pissed off about that. That said, my inherent apathy has kicked back in and therefore I do not give much of a damn.

Went out to a comedy club in Newcastle with most of the peeps from my journalism class last night. Was not bad, although the second half of the show was infinitely funnier than the first. The club also had a DJ downstairs so I went and strutted my Very Funky stuff for a few hours and am now paralysed from the nose down. At one point was picked up and swung around by a random bad breakdancer. Was not dropped so do not care. DJ played some pretty decent stuff too- was a sixties medley that involved me and some of my fellow journos-in-training hollering Build Me Up Buttercup and Do You Love Me? V amusing. Also if my impression of Justin Hawkins singing 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' was as ridiculous as I think it was, I should be up for a comedy award anytime soon.

I don't have anything else good or interesting to impart so I shall leave you now.

Comments

[apolla.livejournal.com]

Was it mucho funny? I hope so.

The really sad/pathetic/funny thing is that I was stone-cold sober.

[emony.livejournal.com]

It was. In a "yay, we rock" way, rather than a pointing and laughing kinda way, oc.

The really sad/pathetic/funny thing

Nifty. The word you're looking for is nifty. Or possibly impressive. Or mildly scary. *g*

[apolla.livejournal.com]

The really impressively nifty, mildly scary thing was that I was stone cold sober. :D

[emony.livejournal.com]

Perfect.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the future of British journalism ;)

[apolla.livejournal.com]

Or the future of British rock and roll. :D

[emony.livejournal.com]

Well yes, that too, obviously, but that's not directly linked to the writing side of things, unless in a round-about song-writing sort of way. *cough* It makes sense. Trust me.