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So, on Saturday, went with highlyeccentricand kaylouleeto see phrasemuffinin Pirates, which was fantastic, and the P-Miff was great and so funny. We then went out to tea, where I found out that K is, without doubt, the single coolest person I know.

(3771, this is the part I wanted to tell you about)

See, she lives near, and has meet TEX PERKINS. More than that, he MCed the local trivia night, and when he read out a wrong answer, she went up and told him off.

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I... words can't even. Just. TEX PERKINS. At a TRIVIA NIGHT. I flailed at her for a full five minutes when I found this out, and she just came out with it quite casually. "Tex Perkins? He's a bastard," she said.

SHE HAS EXPERIENCED FIRST HAND THE AMAZING BASTARDLYNESS THAT IS TEX PERKINS.

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I... *flails*

I know I said this the other night, but K I AM COMING TO VISIT YOU and so help me if there is a god I will see Tex Perkins at the pub or down the shops or something I don't even care what because I fecking worship that man and my mind is completely blown at the idea of him doing normal things like MCing trivia nights when in my head all he does is drink whiskey, sing, and somehow make larrikinism look swauve.

I can't even. I would die, if he came to my trivia night. Hell, I would die if he came to my city. I've almost died when he's popped onto my ipod or TV unexpectedly.

I, just, and, Tex Perkins.

*breathes*


Then, in what proved to be a night of much squee, Highly, K and I watched Merlin until quite late. I might be a bit in love with it now. Or, a lot. There was MAGIC and PRETTY and VICTOR MILDREW (which K and Highly didn't get so I will link something later explaining why that is such an epic deal) and PRETTY and FANTASY and ANACHRONISMS (watching it with Medievalists was neeat) and TERRIBLE EFFECTS and FUNNY and SO MUCH HOYAY and PRETTY and and and and *flails*.

Yep, I was quite taken with it, to be perfectly frank.



The next evening, Mum rang for our regular chat, and I filled her in. Which lead to this exchange:

(I should point out first, that my nan (Dad's mum) is an incredible worrier, and absolutely hates that I am in Sydney, a place brimming with murderers, theives, rapists, and altogether horrible, unclean, rude, and immoral not-quite-people. Given that she has... oh, about 20 grandkids, six kids, and quite a few more extended relations due to having 13 siblings, she always has plenty of people to worry about and plenty of people to coddle. Oh, and I should also say that, as far as Mum and I are concerned, men are, overall, sooks, and my Dad especially so. The world ends when Dad gets sick. He crawled into the kitchen the other night. Poor Daddy. Mum just laughed, and refuses to take any pain seriously unless it's childbirth)


Me: Oh, actually, I probably shouldn't tell you this. You won't be too happy with me... Just, don't tell Nan, okay?

Mum: What?

Me: Well, we watched rather a lot of episodes, so I ended up walking home alone at 1am.

Mum: WHAT?

Me: I know, I'm sorry! Never tell Nan. NEVER TELL NAN. She would have a heart attack.

Ma, lowering her voice: Heh, Nan rang five times today.

Me: Why?

Ma, trying not to laugh: Because Dad was sick.

Of course.