Cos and I met up with Si, Lang and Dan last night (all old pals from Uni days) for a few bevvies and I haven't laughed so much in ages. Cos and I had a realisation in the toilets of All Bar One in New Oxford Street that we have a fantastic bunch of friends. You know when you are just so totally at ease with a group of people and there are no inhibitions...that was us last night.
We can talk about anything and everything...even if it embarrasses the hell out of each other...losing knickers in the back of a van...making eyebrows and a goatee beard out of post-it-notes and wearing them in the office....announcing to the pub 'I like whips' (I think in the lets all put our money together to buy drinks sense but we didn't delve any further!)...symmetrical things....you get the drift. Well maybe not that last comment but you'll just have to stay confused I'm afraid!!
Anway, we had this whole group e-mail going the other day about the A-team. Not quite sure why. I think we were all bored...but it was decided that Si is Murdoch because he's the mad one, I am Hannibal..the organised one , Dan was BA, Cosmic-Face and poor Lang got lumbered with being Amy, but he was looking forward to the fact that he might be able to wear stockings so I think he was quite happy with the choice!!
So when Dan finally arrived, Si pulled out of his bag a cap for himself (in true Murdoch-stylee) and a couple of BA style chains made out of large paper clips for Dan. Which he wears!! And as for me? Well.....I smoked a cigar! I said I'd smoke one if they got me one so 'Amy' very kindly did the honours while at the bar, so I smoked it!! It wasn't that bad actually, although I did get bored about half-way through it and did get slightly worried by the resounding group decision that I looked good smoking cigars.
So if anyone ever sees a dark-haired girl smoking a cigar, a brunette/red-head with pig-tails talking about whips, a scared looking scotsman (not that you'd be able to tell that from looking at him!) in stockings, a mental cap-wearing bloke singing 'la la la la la' in a high-pitched voice, and a paper-clip wearing bloke, don't panic...its just the A-team meeting for their next assignment.