|"Ohhh this is November, 1918!"
||[Feb. 15th, 2005|10:09 pm]
|||||Falcon in the Dive - William Michel(s?)||]|
Lack of talking on here, terribly sorry about that! Am in the middle of scanning very old photos of German relatives for my aunt visiting soon.
Just wanted to say happy belated birthday, Lady Shawk! Has the package arrived yet?
Thanks! And no it hasn't, but I imagine it will be here soon. :)
I tried packing in Terrence Mann, so he could spring out and shock (though would probably attack) you, but he just wouldn't fit ;)
I imagine he'd be grumpy after being cooped up in a box for all that time, so probably a good thing after all. ;)
LOL, he'd wanna snap at the person nearest, so a quick gettaway would be advisable. Can't wait to hear your report from Lennon!!
He's much leggier than I am, so I think he could chase me down. So, all in all, best you didn't send him.
I'll trade you one report on Lennon for one on WIW. ;)
Ewww, I have this image of a kinda skeletal, spindly Terrence Mann chasing after you doing the street...!
Ok, though I think your report on Lennon will be much more fun ;)
Ok, that's just wrong. How will I ever speak to this man now? ;)
LOL! This is why I could never meet PQ - I would just think of all the times I'd drooled over pics of him online, bootlegs, Les Mis 10th Anniversary Concert. ;D But you won't have done this with Scary Terry now will you...?
I think I'd be incoherent if I ever met PQ, so perhaps it's good that I haven't.
And, er, no, I can't recall drooling over Mr. Mann, although I have had various other reactions. ;)