This getting-a-new-job lark involves an awful lot of drinking, doesn't it? On Sunday night, addedentry and I skulked in the back of the Kingston Arms to drink beer/cider while I threw pretend interview questions at him. Then last night we were going to celebrate his storming interview success in a more sober and adult fashion by going to Sainsburys to buy a microwave and a Christmas tree, but my car battery had other ideas. So instead we did the sensible thing and drank champagne at home; then went to the pub, drank beer (or in O's case mulled wine¹), giggled our way back home via a suddenly-urgent purchase of CHIPS, and drank more champagne. Hurrah!

So anyway, what I was going to say is: champagne + chips == great. (Believe it!) But addedentry + Cambridge == even better.

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¹ not a case of mulled wine², no.
² I didn't trust myself with mulled wine after dropping a glass of the stuff on the pale cream carpet of the lodgings of the Master of Peterhouse (after Sunday's carol service³, at which it was good to see imc and smallclanger but a shame not to see bopeepsheep). IN MY DEFENCE I was trying to walk upstairs in a long skirt and longer coat while carrying a plate, a glass, a bag, and my gloves; but still... *dies of shame*
³ About which more later, hopefully, when I've cleared my enormous LJ backlog!

Current Mood: still grinning