notethestripes

Singing? Really?

Why do I suddenly think that we should have a karaoke contest? Come on, you know you want to.

And here I thought I'd seen everything. Apparently I was mistaken -- which, for the record is different from saying 'I was wrong'. Wrong admits fault, mistaken simply says facts were fuzzy at one point and the wrong sorts were remembered.

But I digress.

Apparently our host is a mite bit confused when it comes to what century we're all living in. First a Ren Faire and now a bloody amusement park? What's next? Ride the rings of saturn for five quid? Or how about grind your own wheel, now with kindling for fire?

Will say, though, if I see anything by way of travelling show folk, there will be hell to pay. I sure as hell better not find the night travellers here.

Can't say that the ball wasn't interesting. Well, I could I suppose, but that's another story all together. Though, I do have to compliment whoever picked out these costumes.

I don't have to turn the leather trousers back over, do I? It's been years since I found a pair to fit as well as these have.

So this whole... Labyrinth thing. Everyone's been hanging around where we first were deposited. Has anyone decided to run the thing?

I just have one thing to say:

The next time the Universe decides to screw with me? I demand to be bought dinner first.

I lied. Two things to say. The second being: where does one have to go in order to get a decent cup of coffee around here?

( Don't be so dramatic. It's an amnesia pill. My own recipe with a touch of denial and a dash of retcon. Wake up tomorrow morning and you'll have forgotten everything about Torchwood. Worse still, you'll have forgotten me. Which is kind of tragic.  )