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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

Date: 2008-11-28 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hooverpig.livejournal.com
I still laugh when I think about that time we ran off with that homeless man's blankie.

Date: 2008-11-28 09:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeezypaws.livejournal.com
Ah... It has to be when we went to see McFly in concert last year - pure magic, my ears are still ringing from my own excited squeals and I bet yours are too!

Date: 2008-11-28 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caffeine-fairy.livejournal.com
I was musing only the other day on our trip to Mexico and that stunning young chap you picked up in a bar...what was his name now?

Date: 2008-11-28 10:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] colonel-maxim.livejournal.com
I am still unconvinced that it was a good idea to steal that green gem from the native idol, even for a laugh. Ne'ermind, we did get that chap Carew to take the blame so all's well, I suppose, except for old 'Mad' Carew of course.

Date: 2008-11-28 10:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hybridartifacts.livejournal.com
Remember that time we found a tiny magic door in the back of a chest of drawers in that dusty old antique shop? You dared me to go through it, and I pulled you after, and we found ourselves in a Zeppelin made of cheese? Battling the Mouse King to help keep it afloat and uneaten so we could retrieve the fabulous star diamond of Zandrustan was such fun. We really should do it again.

Date: 2008-11-28 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jfs.livejournal.com
Doris.

Date: 2008-11-28 10:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jfs.livejournal.com
It doesn't help that so many of my favourite memories of you are fictional, in a sense .... :-)

Date: 2008-11-28 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
All that trouble for a cursed Zandustrani diamond! I'm still getting letters from the Nawab demanding his elephants back...

Date: 2008-11-28 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
He's not mad really, just momentarily peeved.

Date: 2008-11-28 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
...with one of his fingers still attached, god we had fun that winter!

Date: 2008-11-28 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Oh, oh, I can still feel the Squeeeee in my throat!

...that is Squeeeee, right?

Date: 2008-11-28 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Something that rhymed with Doughnuts as I recall.

Date: 2008-11-28 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cat-that-walks.livejournal.com
I could comment about the bank job...

Date: 2008-11-28 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
:-)Voyagers on the good ship Balderdash together, our motto 'To Every Ocean, A Sky.'

Course, it puts a strain on docking...

Date: 2008-11-28 02:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] theo
Just to think that, if the head gasket of my car had not blown on that tiny lane beside the mossy hedge, we might never have met. Even then, nothing would have come of it if I had not been so desperate as to shake your shoulder when you failed to reply. You were so distant. I think that the insects could have wrapped you up completely without you noticing.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
We were fine, made, out of there, til you had to challenge that Cambodian nutjob with the headband to a bamboo split-cage snake eating contest...

Date: 2008-11-28 02:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Come the deep of winter, watch their cobwebs round your door. They still have an interest in you...

Date: 2008-11-28 02:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] theo
I thought that was a consequence of Wibble's fruit fly experiments. I had not realised that it was personal to me.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hybridartifacts.livejournal.com
I keep on telling him he simply can't have them back-what would the incredible revolving steam computator be without the dancing elephants? It just wouldn't work properly and all the unfortunate smog desperadoes that depend on it for their supply of imitative ideas would loose their jobs.

To be honest, he can have the diamond back-but not the elephants. Training a new lot to tango would be far too complicated right now.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
His notes claim they spelled out the first line of your address in swarm . It's just a matter of time before they master postcodes.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Truth is, he's very bitter about us using the Tango at all. You know he's always had this thing about Tap.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] theo
I will go paint the house with tar right now.

Date: 2008-11-28 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hybridartifacts.livejournal.com
Oh my goodness! I never realised!
Tap would never work. If we had built a gigantic typewriter maybe, but not for the computator. Well, at least now I know why he has been such a shocking prig over the whole affair. That explains everything.



He still can't have the elephants back though.

Date: 2008-11-28 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cat-that-walks.livejournal.com
I won, didn`t I? The snake ate him.

Date: 2008-11-28 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spiraltower.livejournal.com
Do you still have the flange-gasket I lent you to repair your time machine?

Date: 2008-11-28 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackcurrants.livejournal.com
"But, I don't think I'll like eating them while they're still alive." I said.
"They're only alive in the actual physical sense." You said.
Which was when I stopped asking questions.

Date: 2008-11-28 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Um...I will have it, in the front garden circa 2350, accompanied by Caligula's horse and a man evolved from Irish stew kept at tropical temperatures in a petri dish. Frankly I know you meant well, but that thing has caused me more trouble than it's worth.

Date: 2008-11-28 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] primroseport.livejournal.com
Remember when the Turks landed a shell twenty yards down from us, and I replaced half my hearing with tinnitus and you buried a hot piece of shrapnel in your thigh? And the next morning Coppel told us to go over the top again, because doing nothing meant being driven into the sea, and you went over the top with a crutch under one arm and a pistol in the other, you crazy sod, and you came back without an extra scratch, but I trapped a bullet between my ribs and had to be sent home on one of those stinking hospital ships? Good times.

Date: 2008-11-29 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-pale-queen.livejournal.com
And when we finally got to the hospital, you told the nurse it was cat pee. "I'm willing to try anything, as long as there's no cat pee involved, I said..."

Date: 2008-11-30 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarahfeeney.livejournal.com
Who would have thought in the 20 year since we met we would have both become mad cat ladies. But next year I will regain the mad cat lady hurling title from you! That or I'll be bringing the attack monkeys round!

Date: 2008-11-30 01:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
They'll put this on my tombstone you know.

Date: 2008-11-30 01:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
I haven't been worried about those damn monkeys since you stopped stapling their wings on. Gaffa doesn't work nearly as well.

Date: 2008-11-30 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
Dudette, that day totally cost us our Chanel sponsorship. Bye bye Paris...

Date: 2008-11-30 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
The best. And proof I hope you'll always remember, that a smart answer to the parade ground question, 'What kind of fucking idiot are you?' is not 'What kind of fucking idiot do you want?'

Date: 2008-11-30 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ravenrigan.livejournal.com
For me it was the day we went to the top of Glastonbury Tor to harpoon a rainbow with Chalkie's patented steam driven Trebuchet. God I'm glad we had Brick and Donk with us to help us pull the thing up the path!

If it ever gets out that we spanked that Leprechaun before we nicked his pot you'll be in big trouble on your next trip to Faery!

But it was worth it! I've never enjoyed chocolate so much as those Leprechaun Gold Coins!

Date: 2008-11-30 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
An eventful day. It was good of Chalkie to take the rap re the Glastonbury Abbey situation, after the police refused to believe it was that way when we found it...

Date: 2008-11-30 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ravenrigan.livejournal.com
I'm still wondering how we managed to lose Donk when we were drinking with the Policemen afterwards. Did anyone think to tell him that the Cellar of the George and Pilgrim was haunted?

Date: 2008-12-06 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bytepilot.livejournal.com
You don't have a tombstone.
At least not in the sense of "a piece of stone".

We carved your epitaph into the plasmasphere of Deneb, in the constellation of the Swan. It was the only way we could make it as significant as you deserve.

Didn't help that you kept changing it though...

Date: 2008-12-06 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bytepilot.livejournal.com
Moonrise on Beta Cygni 4, watching the drift of the triple shadows across terminus plaza and listening to the sound of the last call to prayer.

I'd said something inane, probably complaining about the damn chanting for the Nth time and just as you turned towards me, mouth half open to reply, a gust blew some of the scattered flower petals off the balcony rail. Swirling them into the air infront of you as if you had just sung them into existance.

Time, as it so often does in these situations, slowed to a halt as every detail of that image, that brief nanosecond of perfect beauty wrote itself into my memory.

Date: 2008-12-09 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com
The beauty of destroying the chronosphere; to remember this again and again before it even happens.

We've probably complicated a few worlds in the process, but it's worth it.

Date: 2008-12-11 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bytepilot.livejournal.com
Some say detroying, other say moulding, carving, even enhancing. It's all in the point of view, which we both know is entirely relative.

Definitly worth it, for so many reasons.

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