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Long-term readers might remember that a few years ago I had an encounter with an annual cancer fund raising event called the Playtex Moonwalk. Every year, hundreds of women in their underwear take a sponsored walk around Battersea Park in the early hours of the morning to raise money for charity, and a few years ago, walking home in the early hours, I blundered into the middle of this march.
After the number of hostile looks I got, I resolved that from then on I'd get a cab home at that time in the morning.
Anyway, last night I went off to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cryx's MPhil party* with ukmonty and angusabranson. A good time was had by all, although I have to confess to feeling oh, so old in a room where I was one of the very oldest people. By 2:30am I was merrily squiffy and, Cryx living only about 30 minutes walk from my house, I decided to stroll off home. I walked out of her flat, up to Vauxhall station, and turned onto Nine Elms Lane. And there, striding purposefully towards me, were several hundred women in their underwear taking part in this years Moonwalk. I don't know how I manage to time these things, but I manage it somehow.
I walked all the way home against the flow of a migrating herd of young women in their bra's and each and every one of them, I swear, gave me a hostile little look with a thought balloon over her head that said, simply, "pervert". I was quite glad to turn off the main road and head to my flat.
I arrived at the door.
I put my hand in my pocket.
I had an awful moment of realisation.
My keys, I realised, were in my bedroom, and betwen me and them were two locked doors.
Having no choice, I turned around, and began the half hour walk back to Vauxhall. Walking back down Nine Elms Lane, I discovered that the Moonwalk had reached it's midway point and was heading back towards Battersea Park. For the second time in half an hour I was presented with the now familiar sight of hundreds of scantily clad women striding purposefully towards me.**
I could hear the thoughts radiating from them, as they did little double takes looking as they passed me: "It's that pervert again!" they all thought. All of them. I bet.
I confess for a moment that I considered turning and running, until I realised that if I did, the saxophone would start up and we'd all start running. So instead, I once again had to walk for several miles against the flow of lingerie-clad womenfolk. I didn't know where to look. Honest.
Like I say, my life is an episode of The Benny Hill Show.
Not that I'm complaining.
*Congratulations on the Mphil, Linette.
**I may well be unique in the entire world in that I can honestly use the phrase "The familiar sight of hundreds of women in their undies marching purposefully towards me for the second time in an evening." Certainly, if anyone else can say the same I bet they have a story worth hearing.
Long-term readers might remember that a few years ago I had an encounter with an annual cancer fund raising event called the Playtex Moonwalk. Every year, hundreds of women in their underwear take a sponsored walk around Battersea Park in the early hours of the morning to raise money for charity, and a few years ago, walking home in the early hours, I blundered into the middle of this march.
After the number of hostile looks I got, I resolved that from then on I'd get a cab home at that time in the morning.
Anyway, last night I went off to
cryx's MPhil party* with ukmonty and angusabranson. A good time was had by all, although I have to confess to feeling oh, so old in a room where I was one of the very oldest people. By 2:30am I was merrily squiffy and, Cryx living only about 30 minutes walk from my house, I decided to stroll off home. I walked out of her flat, up to Vauxhall station, and turned onto Nine Elms Lane. And there, striding purposefully towards me, were several hundred women in their underwear taking part in this years Moonwalk. I don't know how I manage to time these things, but I manage it somehow.I walked all the way home against the flow of a migrating herd of young women in their bra's and each and every one of them, I swear, gave me a hostile little look with a thought balloon over her head that said, simply, "pervert". I was quite glad to turn off the main road and head to my flat.
I arrived at the door.
I put my hand in my pocket.
I had an awful moment of realisation.
My keys, I realised, were in my bedroom, and betwen me and them were two locked doors.
Having no choice, I turned around, and began the half hour walk back to Vauxhall. Walking back down Nine Elms Lane, I discovered that the Moonwalk had reached it's midway point and was heading back towards Battersea Park. For the second time in half an hour I was presented with the now familiar sight of hundreds of scantily clad women striding purposefully towards me.**
I could hear the thoughts radiating from them, as they did little double takes looking as they passed me: "It's that pervert again!" they all thought. All of them. I bet.
I confess for a moment that I considered turning and running, until I realised that if I did, the saxophone would start up and we'd all start running. So instead, I once again had to walk for several miles against the flow of lingerie-clad womenfolk. I didn't know where to look. Honest.
Like I say, my life is an episode of The Benny Hill Show.
Not that I'm complaining.
*Congratulations on the Mphil, Linette.
**I may well be unique in the entire world in that I can honestly use the phrase "The familiar sight of hundreds of women in their undies marching purposefully towards me for the second time in an evening." Certainly, if anyone else can say the same I bet they have a story worth hearing.
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Date: 2004-05-16 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-16 01:20 pm (UTC)Good party, mind. I haven't got out anything like enough recently. And I had an underwear-related adventure, too, so it was a winner all round.
Do you still want to come to dinner this week?
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Date: 2004-05-16 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-16 01:28 pm (UTC)We may well have another guest in wednesday, so that'd be a nice get yogether (nobody you know - it's one of my sisters freinds from Uni).
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Date: 2004-05-16 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-16 01:32 pm (UTC)