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Oct 03

“You’ve just made me blow up the university and most of the Bohemian Quarter!” “But Anna, you are only playing minesweeper.”

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“You’ve just made me blow up the university and most of the Bohemian Quarter!” “But Anna, you are only playing minesweeper.”

This is a cry for help, I fear for my sanity and I really need to know if anyone else does this. I am addicted to playing simple, simple games and then making up stories around them as I play.

Mac Brickout (similar to Breakout, but for people with nicer computers -ha!) becomes less a bouncing ball game and more an epic Lord Of The Rings style quest, each level containing a new race of people or creatures, with treasure to be found and skills to be traded. I have traced a whole town under the blank grey squares of the expert level of Minesweeper. I know where the presidential palace is, I know where the suburban homes are and where the trendy cafes are. I imagine what the newspapers will say to each new cleared area. (These newspapers, one each for the varying political factions, are written and produced near the river on the mid-right side of the game, the waste from the paper mills pollutes the river, ruining the drinking water in the slum area, bottom right corner.)

I talk to the snake on my phone too.

I have to, he needs the encouragement. He’s participating in some kind of Acrobatic Snake Crufts. Tetris is saving the lost city of Atlantis, Solitare a desperate bid to gamble enough money to get out of this seedy town and back to the farm.

Please, does anyone else do this?

What is happening to my mouth?

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What is happening to my mouth?
How can drinking a combination of Jack Daniels and coke and vodka and orange make the foam turn purple in your mouth when you brush your teeth the next day? I didn’t even touch Kat’s weird drink with Dr Pepper as mixer. My body is dying from the inside.

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Oct 03

Bright pink drinks in over-large martini glasses.

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Bright pink drinks in over-large martini glasses.
When Matell get around to bringing out Cocktail Barbie (with mini pink shaker and cigarette holder), the back of the box should carry a recipie for a Blossomtini.

The Blossomtini’s principal ingredient is rose petal vodka. It’s the same lurid pink as a Jem doll’s dress or a She-Ra castle or at any other plastic fantastic toy aimed at little girls. It comes in a giant martini glass, most suited to frozen drinks for Miami poolsides. It’s the girliest drink in the world, although my friend Suzy and I discovered them in a less than girly gay bar, Ballans on Old Compton Street.

Ballan’s, apparently, does lovely food. But for Sooze and I the cocktail menu is the star turn. It’s our place to slink off too when we want to pretend our lives are metropolitan and glamorous. The furniture is mainly black, the lighting a weird blue-green and the waiters are very pretty, although prettiest to each other. It’s the image of a late night cocktail bar I held in my head as a teenager and going there lets me slide back into decade-old daydreams of what I thought my mid-twenties should be like.

I ordered a Blossomtini because it was the first thing I saw on the menu and I was suffering from option paralysis. When it landed on the table it looked like a Barbie swimming pool, especially next to Suzy’s grown up Black Russian, and she took the piss out of me until she tried it. Blossomtinis are like liquified and chilled Turkish delight. They’re gorgeous. They’re also very alcoholic, as we found out, three later.

They do look bloody stupid though. Sixteen year-old me wouldn’t have been caught dead drinking something pink.