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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Ah, drunk blogging. Haven't done this for frickin' ages.

Went out tonight to meet up with Mrs D and my good friend Carol who I haven't seen for the longest time. It was a riot. Showed off my tatt, gave out all my news, we talked for hours about old things and new things and all was good. I was an excellent child and didn't drink hardly nothing, despite the fact that Mrs D fucked off very early in to the night. We had fun, is what I'm saying. I even rang my sister to check times and locations for last buses and trams.

Off then, after the bar closed, I wandered to the last tram of the night, thinking happy contented thoughts of beds and books and possible dvd choices, and congratulating myself on my near sobriety as I navigated the streets of Dublin. And then?

Disaster of disasters.

I met a comedian friend of mine and Mrs. D's, the one she calls "The Rookie" who I will refer to as the same for fear that he google his name one day and comes across this. Me and Mrs D were first attracted to The Rookie through his undeniable good looks - we spent the entirity of the first time we saw him on stage leaning on each other's shoulders and sighing "He's so pretty..." in to each other's ears. Of course, we're not that shallow, and it soon turned out, once we started listening, that he's actually quite a good comedian.

Anyhoo. Long story shortened, he's a lovely bloke, and I met him again tonight for the first time since Edinburgh. The wise young fella told me he was meeting up with other comedians all fresh from their stage time at the comedy club, and sure why don't I come along, isn't the night still young and full of excitement?

And off, like a little lamb to the slaughter, I trotted.

It was fun, I have to admit. Listening to two jaded old farts of comics bitch about the Edinburgh they had, while three young upstarts of comics listened in and mocked and giggled. I tried my best to keep up with both worlds, chipping in where I saw fit, and it was like being in the Brookes Bar again, but without the immediacy of the bitterness comedians cultivate during the festival itself. Second hand bitterness is easier to deflect.

But I learned a few things about a few people I will be keeping hush-hush until the time presents itself to reveal the gossip in all it's glory. Fun times.

Sweetly, one of the jaded old farts declared that I am the kind of girl that all comedians should be dating. I have to agree.

This post will be deleted/edited just as soon as I wake up.

Night loves.

Sxx

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