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Might we have met?

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10:36 / 24.05.04

I noticed that Anna De L mentioned she got the 46 bus in Haus' Tucked Up thread and got to thinking that she might have been the poor girl I accidentally stepped on on Friday morning blearly eyed after working a stupid o'clock shift just off Gray's Inn Road.

Then I thought, hang on! Lots of 'Lithers live or work in and around Camden, maybe, unbeknownst to us both, we have exchanged pleasnatries, or even unpleasantries, for I can be most gnarly of a morning. (If this turns out to be the case, I apologise profusely in advance).

I noticed when gingerbop visited that Haus mooted the Red Lion on Kings X Road for a drinkie, and this is, like, spitting distance from where I work...though I didn't make it.

So fellow London Lithpeople, have we met? I'm a rapacious and ravishing young debonair with a booming, comnmanding voice and the face of an angel. You'll know if we have.

Go on now, spill the beans.

illmatic

10:57 / 24.05.04

Flyboy, Haus and I often sit outside Camden Tube on a Sunday morning, catching a few rays and sharing some Special Brews. You'll know me by my dirty black parka and you'll recognise Haus from his characteristicly robust style of address to the passers by.

pointless and uncalled for

11:01 / 24.05.04

Those of us with a little more cache will be found sitting outside Mornington Crescent station drinking White Lightening and wearing paisley cravats with our parkas.

Our style of address is just as robust though.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

11:07 / 24.05.04

I, on the other hand, more classy by far than all the other North London 'lithers, prefer to spend my afternoons reclining in Finsbury Park sipping daintily a bottle of paint thinner.

Smoothly

11:14 / 24.05.04

I can often be found on Oxford Street with my trusty loud-hailer, giving motivational speeches and canvassing shoppers on whether they prefer to think of themselves as 'winners' or 'sinners'.
I appreciate a friendly punch to the shoulder from those who recognise me.

pointless and uncalled for

11:17 / 24.05.04

Those who don't recognise him should grab dat azz

Eloi Tsabaoth

11:26 / 24.05.04

Didn't you come round my house and make soup?

Kit-Cat Club

11:32 / 24.05.04

When you're on the 55 next look out of the windows and you might see me ambling around the Bloomsbury area. I'm the one with the tatty purple coat, scraggy grey hair halfway down my beck, carrying a muddy Sainsbury's bag and singing happy songs at the top of my voice. I like to show people the gaps in my teeth.

pointless and uncalled for

11:42 / 24.05.04

Sorry, a bit of an undue ribbing.

Perhaps I should explain matters a little more clearly. You may have, in the past heard of Barbelith Towers. This is a glass building not disimilar in shape to a gherkin and is in the City of London proper. Everyone on barbelith, with the exception of you, lives and works there. You were invited but the return ferret was lost in the post and it was all we could do to prevent you from being press ganged into the WEF as a sex toy.

We all wear pale blue environment suits and slowdance to Du Hast by Rammstein when outside of our natural environment.

The wino thing is just an in-joke started by Flux last year.

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12:04 / 24.05.04

But...wait a minute...if you prevented me from being press ganged into the WEF as a sex toy then...then...what the hell have I been doing that depraved and humiliating routine for?

I tells ya, I'm the last one to know anything round here. Someone, somewhere, is going to get a particularly unsavoury piece of my mind.

No star here laces

14:23 / 24.05.04

Back when i lived in london I think I spotted you peering in through the windows of an exclusive and glamorous establishment that I frequent. I sneered at your pathetic visage and you cringed before ducking out of sight...

15:36 / 24.05.04

Someone, somewhere, is going to get a particularly unsavoury piece of my mind.

I think I may already have had a piece. Me: rakishly shambling down the side of Camden Lock wearing a tie-dye T-shirt, pink hair extensions, visible patches of facial mould. You: swatting feebly at my vice-like grip and screaming 'NO! IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!'

And you're right, it was unsavoury. Eat more Omega-3 oils.

Mourne Kransky

19:08 / 24.05.04

No. 'Spect not. Unless that was you with the can of Red Stripe, flirting with the tilapia, in London Zoo's aquarium a few weeks back.

I am well acquainted with other Money $hots however.

pointless and uncalled for

07:32 / 25.05.04

Mmmm,

Talipia

Very tasty they are.

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