Run, you bitches! It's the official TenMinJoe
Saturday 18th September 2004 -
Penderel's Oak Pub
Blah blah blah, noder meet. Blah blah blah, London. Blah blah blah, TenMinJoe.
Would you Adam and Eve it? TenMinJoe has finally seen sense, moved out of the desolate
gulag of Harrogate, and come down to thrusting, glamorous, exciting 1960's Cockernee
London, where the streets are paved with gold, and you can't throw a shitty stick without
hitting the Beatles, King's Road, Camden, Michael Caine, Chelsea boots, etc. Have a
To celebrate TenMinge arriving in the 20th Century* we're going to welcome him to
civilisation by sitting next to him and drinking booze until our arses fall off. Let's show
him how we do things London-style, innit? So have a quick J. Arthur, put on
your weasel, run down the apples and pears, jump in a jam jar or a
Michael, and come down the rub a dub for a couple of Britneys, and maybe a ding dong round the old Joanna! Sort it out! Don't be a
TenSecJim! I fucking LOVE that guy! When and where??
The usual: Penderel's Oak, which is big, quiet, and reasonably priced. The address is
283 High Holborn, a short walk from Holborn tube, or Chancery Lane tube. Go here for a map
http://tinyurl.com/ysc0, here for photos
http://tinyurl.com/ysc4, and here
http://journeyplanner.tfl.gov.uk if you need directions. If you want crash
space, ask someone who is coming, or go to http://www.hihostels.com/openHome.sma for hostels
It'll be on Saturday 18th September, around 6pm. Come one, come all, but not on the
Terms and Conditions
- There will be no discussing politics, religion, religious politics, political
religiosity, or issues of a religio-political nature. Keep all conversations light, shallow,
and easy to understand after 18 pints.
- You can talk about e2 all you want. But remember, there are Other Subjects. We're going
to the pub to get out of the house and away from the internet for a few hours. Let's show
it we don't need it, and could give it up anytime.
- We all know smoking is bad for our health. They write it in REALLY BIG FUCKING LETTERS
on fag packets. Please refrain from pointing it out to us in an amusing fashion. We know. We
want to die. Life's just too damn hard.
- It's a pub. We're going there to have fun. Please enjoy yourself accordingly.
Sobriety is frowned upon. fondue is allowed to be sober, because he's got "issues", but he
was acquitted of all charges, and that family was asking to be run off the road, man.
Your statutory rights are not affected.
Ralphy's List - the List is Life
Let me know if you are coming, or not, and ting. The following lists will keep you
updated about who is coming, so you can decide whether it's worth your while:
Dude, I'm so there
(Father Lankester Merrin
(Ashley "Ash" J. Williams
(Lt. Ellen Ripley
La petite mort
Dude, I'm not sure
(Regan Teresa MacNeil
Dude, I suck
(Father Damien Karras
(Constable Ichabod Crane
(Dr Samuel J. Loomis
(Major Henry West
*I know it's not the 20th century any more. I'm pretending it's the 60s. Why must you
make me feel small? Is it because you have a tiny penis?