Journal #4

[therealpm]

A most amusing New Year's party last night, somewhat marred by certain disagreements and Cameron's escape refusal to visit The Machine.

Status of The Machine: saved the world from Toryism again, but had to erase everyone's memory, so no credit for it as usual. Hopefully will be able to feed in Cameron new data soon for a procssing test run. Set the throb of John's hangover to the tune of 'Build me up Buttercup'. Seems to make him somewhat nauseous. Interesting.

Comments

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

This is all Tim Farron's fault... I'm never drinking with that man again...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

I can give him a stonking headache as well, if that'd make you feel any better.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

...It's tempting...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Done, and my head is feeling the clearer for it.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Good. Now if you don't mind I'm going to sleep off my hangover.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Which one are you, Dopey, Bashful, Grumpy or Sleepy?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

...I despise you with a great passion right now, I hope you realise that.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Go to sleep, John. I'm sure your wife won't post anything too incriminating on twitter in your absence.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I highly, highly doubt that. I'll just have to deal with it when I don't feel like death.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

...I wonder if The Machine can be used to control sleep patterns. Only one way to find out. I hope you're within falling distance of something padded.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Peter?! Peter what are you -

*thud*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Should wear off by teatime. Tomorrow.

Sleep well.