As C is a writer and she doesn't have time to write on a blog..

What better than the friend that writes in the most absurd english to narrate her story??
Oh well.. I elected myself to write the stories of C.
There is the one of the squirted orange in the library.. But we leave it for our dinners..
And yes, the community and I often unite for unbelievable laughts, amazing cooking and sharing of the latest absurdities and mischief... ( ok mischiefs apparently doesn't exist.. but there are many of them.. anyway!)
It was a stressful week, Molly was back, we needed to do it..
So we went clubbing.. Odd combination of players..
& also C. she couldn't resist it.. So off she went.... dancing away with the community.. instead as her text stated: "Going to the movies and then off away for a rinvingorating sleep" she went as far as cleaning the house, making the bed and placing on the pillow freshly ironed pijamas..
Yes.. right.. a phonecall from A and here she is sat in the club sipping G+T

What would Virginia Wolf do in these circumstaces?


As absurd as this question might be, the reality is even more enlightening..
It was 4 am on Sat morning, and still in the club, C resting her shoulder against the bar is sipping away from a glass... ( I thought she was sat on a window seal.. they said it was the bar!)
We all go next to her and she is sipping whisky!! I mean wisky.. and you know why?
C thought.. what would VW do in these circumstances? Dance away like a manic, or watch the crowd, sipping whisky and having a cigarette?
And so she did.. A bit like this, but figure that out in a club with the Gallery's dj playing..
AH! Darrrrling.!! as she would say..