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[nishatalitha]

I was putting an email that came into my junk email somewhere else, and the next email in the box had this in it:

Now and then, behind widow find lice on about plaintiff.He called her Kenny (or was it Kenny?).Sometimes gypsy about demon daydreams, but near paper napkin always give lectures on morality to support group for!Indeed, pit viper of borrow money from tripod defined by.
alert direct venom flanagan psychosis.

I like the first part of that, up to about pit viper. It just flows nicely.

And Black Knight is doing well (or was this morning) after the assorted drama of last night. While I planned an evening of hanging out with maudlinrose, dryadwoman, and jessikast, watching CSI, NCIS, playing around with henna and eating pikelets and cream, this isn't precisely what happened.

We had dinner, which was nachos that jessikast cooked, and were sitting and talking as dryadwoman henna'd jessikast's feet, discussing patterns, and I was talking about a dragon, or maybe something like the statue that I call Ariel that I have in my room being done on my back, when Black Knight called.

He sounded really upset, and asked me to come around. I was moving before he finished talking to me. There had been problems with one of his flatmates, Stu, about something fairly little and silly and Black Knight did offer to apologise, but then Stu wouldn't let him. So last night, Black Knight and Stu were watching TV, being fairly antisocial with each other, and they riled each other up a bit.

This being real life and not a slash writer's fantasy, they did not suddenly fall on each other in an excess of passion and start frantically making out. Life doesn't normally happen that way. Instead, there was a minor fight over the TV remote, a brief cooling off period, and then as Stu was trying to throw Black Knight out of the room, Black Knight accidentally kicked Stu in the head, and was promptly properly thrown out of the room.

Shortly after, he made his way outside, whereupon he called me and then the police. No sirens, alas, but multiple tellings of the story (hence my recital, seeing as I heard it at least four times. Black Knight, upon the advice of the second lot of police that turned up, agreed to press charges. We all went down to the station, Stu in a separate car to us (he was led to it in handcuffs), and off we went. Black Knight gave a full statement, there was much waiting around (reminding me distinctly of a hospital emergency ward), and eventually one of them came down, returned Black Knight's TV remote to him, and drove us back up to Northland.

We saw his flatmates, explained what had happened and went to see maudlinrose, jessikast, dryadwoman and C., none of whom had left yet. With much laughter, the story was told again while I checked how my washing was drying, and soon after, C. and dryadwoman left. So everyone is all right, and Black Knight is becomming less shaken as time goes on.

I have to say, the police were marvellous. Very patient, very reassuring, and responsive. We didn't even have to wait very long before they turned up. I was impressed.

This morning, I skipped my lecture, went to the following tutorial (which I could follow, because we'd covered the stuff in history), and I'm currently sitting here typing before I start work in half an hour. I will honestly get offline very shortly, so I can go through my folder and file everything.

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[deepbluemermaid.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! Please pass on my commiserations. I did *not* like that Stu guy when I met him, and my opinion of him just hit rock bottom...