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A Big Night In with Gangster Girl.
Due to universal intervention we had not caught up for ages and had both our birthdays still to celebrate. So it seemed like a good idea to have a night in, watch "Pride and Prejudice" (we are unrequited still in our passion for Mr Darcy/Colin Firth), snack, talk, drink a few margaritas ...
In retrospect it was perhaps not such a splendid idea to take a big sip every time we heard "Mr Darcy". (In the first episode alone, do you have any idea how often his name is mentioned!)
From there it was a natural progression to "Bridget Jones Diary", and as we had emptied the margarita bucket (in your honour Mr Darcy), had to move on to red wine.
At about 2.30 am we shut ourselves down because our impromptu mini disco for two featuring the best of the 70's and 80's on vinyl was bound to bring the 80's police to the door and neither of us had any blue or purple eyeshadow. Or shoulder pads.
Fun!
I thank the entire pantheon of divinities for friends, they are my lifeblood.
Even if they are bad for the liver.
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