The adventures of the Toblerone Fondue

[fluffymark]

Yay for party and for all those fab people who turned up! Many thanks to erming, sheridanwilde (dream), ixwin (nuala), duranorak, excelsis, davefish, emarkienna (catwoman), Joe, Doseybat (random stubbled villain), Sarah and some friend of Michael whose name appeared to change throughout the evening (spiderman). My delirium outfit looked fab, and snow_leopard dressed up as a very slinky catwoman. Not quite sure who inskauldrak was dressed as, some 'Johnny' psycho or somesuch. ixwin, who very bravely turned up despite not knowing anyone, had made this fantastic nuala outfit, and very deservedly won the best outfit prize. Go her! :) Yay!
We made Toblerone fondue, which is heavenly and will be made again. Soon. *naughtysmile*. Joe arrived with proper spices to mull wine with, which was also delicious, and the cake snow_leopard had baked was amazing. Yummy. Twister was played, although me playing twister in a miniskirt with cameras around was probably not the wisest move. I'll look out for any embarrassing photos.....*eeep*. Doseybat won the twister in the end, helped by Joe who decided to make the game a lot more interesting by first halving the twister mat, and then just choosing moves as opposed to spinning the dialy thing. Scary.

This morning was bad for lots of reasons, partly due to severe hangover, and partly other stuff that is probably best not mentioning, and just trying to forget about. Felt bad all day, I think my body is rebelling against me. *whimperingsqueaks*

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[taimatsu]

Aaaaah, you are the new housemate of Michael! Riiiight. *waves in a mildly random fashion*

[fluffymark]

Yes I am! Yay! *wavesback* and *bounceshappilyupanddown* in an equally random way.

*wonders* Do I know you? We seem to have many friends in common. Anyway, you sound like a fun person to know, so I've added you to my friends list, hope you don't mind.

[taimatsu]

No, I don't think we do know each other, but it soudns as though we ought to :)

I have suspicions you may be connected to Sheila and her Dog - am I right? I was fascinated by the webpage and accounts of your doings when I was in my first year at Oxford, and I suppose my involvement in CLOTS at Oxford has been a response to that, though I think CLOTS is a little more... overt in its lunacy. The bathtub episode was entertaining, though.

Being added to friends lists is very rarely a bad thing, so that's fine :)

I'll cease being silly now. *slinks away, scattering a trail of red glitter behind her

[fluffymark]

Aha, the infamous Sheila and her Dog society. :) Yay! *glitters*
In that case you'll know all about me! *gulps*

Yes, I'll admit it - I *ran* that society, and had complete royal (dictatorial) control over it for a whole 2 years, first as high queen mark, and then as princess mark. As you can tell, the name has stuck. I had to come up with many wonderful and strange ideas for things to do, and I think we did well, if you heard about us all the way from Oxford. We were the fluffiest and oddest society in Cambridge, and the topic of much dubious speculaiton by the 'gutter-gossip' sections of various student newspapers, resulting in my name being too well known around the place.

I must admit i've not heard of CLOTS. I'm curious to hear more about that. *hopefulsmile*

*happyglitter* Glad to hear that Sheila inspired you! :)

[taimatsu]

CLOTS is the Constructive Oxford Loonery Society. I am its Sub-Deputy Assistant President (Collegium Novum), Commander of Internal Security Forces, and Oracle-Priestess of the New College Ziggurat (when in appropriate robes, of course). I think I received a decoration from His Grace Duke Simpkin at some point, but I can't remember what.

We have a website - Google should find us.

We're basically a bunch of very silly people, in a society whose purpose is loonery, pure and simple; the society has undertaken various projects over the last year or so (but don't believe the termcards). The silliest was probably borrowing a bathtub from the back of a Comet store (where the Deputy President and official Mollycoddler of Cats worked) and carrying it all the way across town in order then to store it and ready it for sailing down the Isis on May Morning. Part B of the plan never came off, because too many people needed their sleep, but I will never be able to forget the transportation of the bathtub through far too much of the centre of Oxford at dead of night.

Some of our leading lights have recently left town, so the heyday of CLOTS may have ended. We'll have to see.

[fluffymark]

*bow* Honoured to know you, Oracle priestess of the New College Ziggurat.
Someone somewhere will have kept a long list of all my titles. Most of them are still pinned to my bedroom door. 'Lord of fluffy herrings' is even enscribed onto the side of a tankard

Hurrah! Yes, I found your webpage, and am suitable baffled and impressed. The bathtub drawing was particularly inspired.

The only idea thayt sheila had involving bathtubs, that I recall, was the 'Bathful of Jelly' idea, which I don't think happened in the end, when we worked out how many hundreds of packs of jelly we'd need to full a bath. We have transported odd items through the city centre. A two metre long cake in the shape of a light-sabre was carried in full daylight across cambridge to a birtthday party, to the bemusement of many. And the sprout burning ritual on the wall outside King's College is now legendary.

Alas, Sheila too is flickering out. Mooop.

*wandersoffinashowerofglitter*

[taimatsu]

Sprout burning ritual? Sounds fun :) We once had to actually use the regulations in the society constitution about duelling - with baguettes. Stale ones. I forget who had insulted who (probably the President demoting the Vice-president, as usual).

Perhaps we should form an Oxbridge Alliance of, um, Slightly Mad Societies (and their alumni), and support each other in lunacy so that the flame does not burn out. I am reminded of Dougsoc at Oxford, which did eventually die as a university society, but lives on as a formalised social group and a mailing list or two. I never managed to join before it vanished, though, which I regret. Anyway, I hereby appoint myself (since my President is several thousand miles away in Japan, and the Vice-P will say yes anyway) CLOTS Ambassador to Sheila; formal diplomatic relations between Sheila and her Dog and the Most Glorious Republic of CLOTS (under his Grace Duke Simpkin of Hertford) are requested :)

[gnimmel.livejournal.com]

*huzzah*! Your ambassadorship is warmly welcomed. Have some cocoa. :)

(gnimmel, who was also in charge of Sheila for a bit (though not very in charge, and after the glorious heyday) and who still theoretically keeps the Red Book though, alas, as mr. fluffymark says, fizzlement has largely occured, and most of the sheila-ites are living in Nodnol whilst I, furthermore and alasly, cannot leave Cambridge, etcetera, amen)

[taimatsu]

I have a message to impart. Our President, after hours of arduous telepathic contact with His Grace Duke Simpkin, has been instructed to send you the following message of goodwill:

To His Ancient ex-Majesty Temporary Heraldling Lemming, Ruler of Antelope-headed people, Royal Ferret of Comets, High Lord of the Buttery and Tom Lehrer Professor of Smut.

From
His Excellency the Lord Co Regent, First Minister, Admiral of the Fleet and Flag Officer of the Royal Bathtub Squadron of the People`s Democratic Soviet Socialist Grand Duchy of ClOTS
Supreme Commander of the Ham Sandwich, Lord High Lunatic of the Asylum, Forger of Flocinocinihilipilifications, 4th Grand Warlock of the International Confederation of Pork Chops, Keeper of the Ledger of Titles and Heir to the Star Spangled Banner (Vegetable 1st Class with
Oak Cluster, Crossed Cucumbers, Gold Lettuce Leaves, Silver Radishes and Bronze Pumpkins);

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Flibble.

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