Not the film, but the brain-crushing-eye-watering-vomit-inducing real thing.
John has one.
(I don't. 'Bad beer' as self-diagnosed by Dr Danger just means 'too much beer'. I fear I had something to do with that, making him worry with my stories of drug dealers. He wouldn't be the first person to decide going out with a Rozzer wasn't worth the stress. Not by a long shot.)
I think this is a fine lesson for the boys about the evils of drink. John grunted something at me about smugness.
But he did relent last night and not make me sleep on the sofa. Although I'm not sure he remembers. Or knew I was there. His snoring was making Phobos whine.
Anyway, after taking him some toast, neurofen and water we left him alone for a chunk of the day and I took the boys and the dogs for a run around in the park. Mycroft's control over those hounds is pretty amazing - he and Sherlock were training them to 'crawl' today.
It's still bloody cold in London - isn't it supposed to be spring? So we stopped and got hot chocolate on the way home (the dogs just sit staring in the window at Mycroft, looking rather jealous). Sherlock asked me a lot about poisoning people (thanks to the poll - and to the alarm of nearby customers) Mycroft explained a multitude of ways he could control Scotland Yard from his computer. (He won't, to anyone reading this who might worry. He's got more manners than that.) Apparently we're far too reliant on electronic systems. I agree.
At some point I should probably try to prise Danger out of bed and get him to shower, so at least he looks more human, even if he doesn't feel it.
Any hangover cure suggestions welcomed in comments. Or pictures of cute fluffy animals to make him feel better. He seems to like those. (scroll down).
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I don't have any hangover remedies to offer. Sorry. I am glad to have made a contribution to corrupting Sherlock by voting for poison in the poll. My apologies to the shocked customers.
I am glad to have made a contribution to corrupting Sherlock by voting for poison in the poll.
I'm not sure Danger's seen the latest poll yet. I think I'm glad he hasn't, given the mood he was in last night. But if you don't hear from me again, you'll know why. (It's not my fault he saw the chemicals-body parts-electricity option and said "Can I?" with a big smile on his face...)
Lemon ice cream works miraculously for me.
If it doesn't work for him, maybe this will cheer him up:
http://zooborns.typepad.com/zooborns/panda/
:)
He wouldn't be the first person to decide going out with a Rozzer wasn't worth the stress.
Not going to happen.
Thanks for taking them out. I'm going to shower. I don't know about "look human" but I'm hoping for "smell human" at the very least.
PS: I posted. Go read it while I'm still not there please.
Thank you, Lupe. Pandas are always welcome.
What always works for me (aside from a lot of water) is a smoothie of milk, bananas, and honey. I gather from people more scientifically minded than I that it has the electrolytes you need to at least begin to feel human again.
Plus, it's tasty. :)
"He wouldn't be the first person to decide going out with a Rozzer wasn't worth the stress."
Not going to happen.
Thank you. But you'll understand if I point out that you're not the first person to say that, either. Not that I'm suggesting you don't mean it. Just that I do understand. You're not under any obligation.
L - I voted for that one, too. I am going straight to hell, aren't I?
J - Sorry. :)
And Sherlock just announced that HE wants a milk-banana-honey smoothie, so you're getting one too. Mycroft, want one?
Yes, but only if the bananas are really ripe. They have to have spots.
They're going to be blended. Possibly with some vanilla ice cream and chocolate chips, if Sherlock gets his way (and promises to practice his violin). I shall keep the ripest bananas for your smoothie though.
Why does Smoothie have ie on the end not y? I'm assuming if anyone knows, you will. Please use very simple terms to explain.
For the same reason 'hoodie' does, i.e. it's not a real word and was coined by people who knew no better.
Just when I think I'm getting the hang of something...
I coulda got away with it if it weren't for those pesky kids! (Not you boys. Kids as in 'people making up words with no thought to the fact some of us have been struggling for over forty years to udnerstand how language works, only to find out the goalposts keep moving').
Smoothie is ready. Come down and get it whenever you want. Should I prepare for a smoothie-addicted dog-invasion a la the jam incident?
Of course I'm not under any obligation! This isn't the middle ages, I wasn't betrothed to you at the age of three to ensure my family's fortune. I love you, don't be an idiot, and consider carrying a blackjack or something. A sock full of quarters? You could keep it in your pocket and no one would know.
And if you're providing me with food, I want pad see ew from the Thai place down the street, as spicy as they make it. I prefer to terrify my hangovers until they give up and run away.
Danger - you know what I mean. I hope. You seemed to be putting yourself under obligation with statements like that. And I love you too. Idiot.
Blackjack and a sock full of quarters? You, Danger, have watched far too many American films. You'll be expecting me to come home in a shoulder holster soon. If you mean ASP and a snooker ball in a sock, then the former I will indeed try to remember. The latter would lead to all sorts of 'is that a ... in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?' questions.
I was going to provide you with a health-giving smoothie. I COULD provide you with food. When you suggest something palatable.
Lestrade, Mycroft - The explanation's even simpler. The "ie" ending is considered cuter. I think it's all a commercial thing, anyway.
On this side of the pond, we use the word "cookie," which is in fact spelled that way. No doubt the OED might tell you why. "Cooky" would be a silly nickname for the cook at the local diner.
Bite your tongue, there's no such thing as too much Bogart. And I'm aware of your feelings toward guns, and generally I agree, but I admit I would feel better if you personally were packing heat. (Also I actually have a sock full of quarters. I don't know why, or where I got it. I found it when I was unpacking my things. It's not my sock either.)
Yes, yes, I know what you mean. Stop being so nice to me, I've had all the emotion I can cope with when my head feels like this. It doesn't have to be Thai. Anything with enough heat to sear off a normal person's taste buds will do.
Damn, and I really DID think you were just pleased to see me...I won't ask how you came to be in possession of some Yank's sock and the contents of their piggy bank. I think I might be jealous.
Anything with enough heat to sear off a normal person's taste buds will do.
I refer you to my last answer. The hottest thing you're getting tonight is me.
...I'm looking at them right now actually. Did you know they made different quarters for every state? I think I've got one of each.
Should I come up there and slap you in irons for theft? I'm pretty certain in your current state I could get a confession...for pretty much anything.
always happy to provide fluffy, adorable animals :D
http://dailybunny.org
&
http://www.buzzfeed.com/expresident/109-cats-in-sweaters
feel better, doctor d!
Cat-in-a-sweater number 3 actually seems to be wearing one of your jumpers, Danger.
And Sherlock says can he have a rabbit, please. pleeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaase, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase (you get the idea.)
I swear, Inspector, I've no idea how I came by it. The sock's got sushi on it. I suppose that's not much help.
The hottest thing you're getting tonight is me.
...Well. You are pretty hot. Are you cooking anything beyond smoothies or should I suggest somewhere less taste bud threatening?
Oh my god, that is my jumper.
Tell him yes. It's the most reasonable pet request so far.
Lestrade says you bought enough food on Thursday to never buy take away again and he's cooking something.
And I want one of these: http://www.hoax-slayer.com/giant-rabbit.shtml
I shall sit back now and watch Danger wiggle his way out of THAT. Never has there been a better instance of 'speaking too soon'.
to prepare for the inevitable meeting of dog(s) and bunny:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGFiqjBibHQ&feature=related
That's why I want a big rabbit, so the dogs won't scare it. it's only logical. Mycroft has two big dogs. I should be allowed one big rabbit.
but a giant rabbit would have to stay at home, which is only interesting when you're at home. a smaller, pocket-sized one is more travel-ready.
They sell leads and harnesses for them. We will buy one, then I can walk it when Mycroft has to walk his dogs. And I won't lose it. And next time John gets lots of spinach it will eat it. Anyway, John already said I could have it, up there, so it's okay.
Sherlock - I'm not entirely averse, providing they're not too expensive and there's a vet around here who knows about them. Do some research. Habits, temperament, what they eat, how much exercise they need. Remember we would probably wouldn't be able to let them off lead at the park. I don't think you can train rabbits to come when you call them.
Lestrade - No, seriously, Thai food. Now.
I think the rabbits look lovely. I honestly think you won't all fit into this flat, though.
And I'm going to fetch you Thai (thought you liked my cooking??). But that means you need to dose up on whatever painkillers you're currently popping and come down here to look after Sherlock, who is now bouncing off the walls and planning everything about owning a rabbit which will be, can I point out, bigger than he is. I'll leave the lights dimmed. Can't find volume control on Sherlock.
I DO like your cooking, but even jalapenos make you cringe. There are suddenly giant rabbits! I NEED spicy food.
He's right, it is only fair and not all of them are THAT huge and...I kind of like them? Anyway, practical considerations first. I'll have him write me a report.
Down in a minute.
Fair enough.
And in your state, I'd suggest no one opens the fridge whilst you're down here. Mycroft's cheese is...pungent. And I can't imagine you'd appreciate it.
Oh dear god I forgot about the cheese. Thank you.
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