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So, today was a day of two halves... after rising at half past nine and doing nothing but play X2: The Threat until 1pm, I finally hauled my ass out of the flat and made it down to Caffe Nero opposite Starbucks near Virgin on Oxford Street, where I found ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elethe waiting patiently, the only Zokutou member yet present at the day's meeting.
We chatted, I ate lunch of a meatball & mozerella ciabatta and crisps, and pondered just who, and when, anyone else would turn up. It wasn't until gone three thatverlaine, bluedevi, and sparktastic joined us, whereupon we chatted a little longer before browsing round Virgin, (not) Waterstones*, and ambling down Charing Cross Road for a couple of drinks in The Spice of Life, a pub I've never been in but which is quite pleasant, just off Cambridge Circus.
It was there that the conversation first turned to porn, and it was during our meal in a Thai restaurant on Great Compton Street - a very pink Thai restaurant - that it turned to slash fiction, and I had the disturbing vision that contributes the title of this post. Let's just say, I proposed characters for slash that were both hilarious, and led to great potential at the same time. (Then we moved on to politician slash, which was just plain wrong, wrong, I tell you!)
Anyway, if at some point I start writing stories about the sexual angst of giant robots who can turn themselves into cars, planes, guns, and other mechanical devices, you know where and when I got the idea, and the company I was in when it came to me.
* (Not) Waterstones. I failed to leave Virgin with the rest of the crowd, and head across the street to Waterstones. I'd been sidetracked into the games department of Virgin, where I purchased a shiny new joystick. I was leaving Virgin when I spotted I had a voicemail, which turned out to be frombluedevi, explaining where they were. Anyway, just as I looked across Oxford Street towards the aformentioned bookshop, there were the four of them coming out. Spooky Moment Of The Day.
elethe waiting patiently, the only Zokutou member yet present at the day's meeting.We chatted, I ate lunch of a meatball & mozerella ciabatta and crisps, and pondered just who, and when, anyone else would turn up. It wasn't until gone three that
verlaine, bluedevi, and sparktastic joined us, whereupon we chatted a little longer before browsing round Virgin, (not) Waterstones*, and ambling down Charing Cross Road for a couple of drinks in The Spice of Life, a pub I've never been in but which is quite pleasant, just off Cambridge Circus.It was there that the conversation first turned to porn, and it was during our meal in a Thai restaurant on Great Compton Street - a very pink Thai restaurant - that it turned to slash fiction, and I had the disturbing vision that contributes the title of this post. Let's just say, I proposed characters for slash that were both hilarious, and led to great potential at the same time. (Then we moved on to politician slash, which was just plain wrong, wrong, I tell you!)
Anyway, if at some point I start writing stories about the sexual angst of giant robots who can turn themselves into cars, planes, guns, and other mechanical devices, you know where and when I got the idea, and the company I was in when it came to me.
* (Not) Waterstones. I failed to leave Virgin with the rest of the crowd, and head across the street to Waterstones. I'd been sidetracked into the games department of Virgin, where I purchased a shiny new joystick. I was leaving Virgin when I spotted I had a voicemail, which turned out to be from
bluedevi, explaining where they were. Anyway, just as I looked across Oxford Street towards the aformentioned bookshop, there were the four of them coming out. Spooky Moment Of The Day.