Posts by Megan Wegan
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I know someone who has successfully smuggled wine cask bladders into various music festivals and outdoor concerts on several occasions by strapping them to her tummy and pretending to be pregnant. Is anyone willing to give it a crack at the test match at the Basin on Friday with a bladder of Nerdherder?
I know, ahem, someone who has taken bladders of wine into various sporting events inside cushion covers.
Sue was asking about taking a couch, so I am sure we could work something out....
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We are never going to manage to smuggle a racehorse into the Basin.
You aren't even willing to try? I underestimated you, Emma.
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Pff, the last time I wore something that small and lacy on my head I was dressed as a French Maid. Imagine a doily on a racehorse.
You do realise what The People are going to say now, don't you?
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The PAS group? They're sitting over there, underneath that thick cloud of self-satisfaction.
And turning up their noses at the Basin's beer of choice (if I remember right) Export Gold.
Am I going to have to follow through on my promise, from when we did this last year, to bring cucumber sandwiches and scones?
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We should have a sign.
You don't think people will recognise us by the intelligent conversation going on in between overs?
Although there was a conversation about fascinators/badges at one point....
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What am I supposed to do?
When I was going to cricket with my dad as little Wegan, it was constantly impressed upon me that "cricket is a quite game".
I will admit that i still sometimes get a little annoyed at yahoos at the Basin.
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Attendance will be dependent on both weather and transport (ie the kindness of strange friends).
Who you calling strange?
Not sitting in the member stands means I'm going to have to drink something other than vodka all day long, which is slightly concerning.
Why?
You realise he talks a lot at the cricket? Just so you know.
There are times when he doesn't?
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I have TWICE failed to make it home to my designated bed after a night out with Megan. She is awesome.
Ms Hart. Do I need to frown sternly at you?
But yes. Yes I am.
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Hot shit -- I either have to meet you in the flesh or become your on-line BFF immediately. I need all the vicarious decadent nightlife I can get.
well, you can follow me on twitter. :)
Actually I have an entire (locked) Flickr album callled Drunky McDrunkerson and Posey O'Goonbag. Dedicated to horrible photos of me and a friend that should be saved, because they are hilarious, but should never be seen by parents/employers/prospective partners.
For the record, I'm the former.
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2) the rest are well-acquainted with the "what you see is what you get, and if you can't deal don't let the door hit your arse on the way out of my life" rule.
My issue is more "you know I drink, but do you really need to see photos of me singing a karaoke duet of Extreme with a lampshade on my head and a cigarette in my hand"