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Lyra Greenleaf · 06-02-2003, 12:15 PM

It's been lovely weather here in London. In fact, just a little too lovely. I may have to start complaining about British weather in reverse. At least it hasn't been headachey since the thunderstorm...
The problem with good weather is it attracts every Black Rider for miles around. And take my word for it there are many more than 9 around here! They all seem to be topless men who think I'm only going for a walk to be wolf-whistled at, or asked out in an Eastern European accent. Not that I have a problem with Eastern European accents, (it's the idiots their attached to that I mind), it's just...Aaargh! [img]smilies/mad.gif[/img] . I don't WANT to have to walk around the streets instead to get away from them! Why do so few women walk around here? Maybe it's them...

So, I think I've fgured out why the Nazgul King thought he was safe from women. He was a sexist piG!

06-02-2003, 12:15 PM	#11
Lyra Greenleaf The Diaphanous Dryad Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path Posts: 1,152	It's been lovely weather here in London. In fact, just a little too lovely. I may have to start complaining about British weather in reverse. At least it hasn't been headachey since the thunderstorm... The problem with good weather is it attracts every Black Rider for miles around. And take my word for it there are many more than 9 around here! They all seem to be topless men who think I'm only going for a walk to be wolf-whistled at, or asked out in an Eastern European accent. Not that I have a problem with Eastern European accents, (it's the idiots their attached to that I mind), it's just...Aaargh! [img]smilies/mad.gif[/img] . I don't WANT to have to walk around the streets instead to get away from them! Why do so few women walk around here? Maybe it's them... So, I think I've fgured out why the Nazgul King thought he was safe from women. He was a sexist piG! __________________ “Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link