Hero Worship

( Application for Adrian Pucey )

[Warded to the Nameless Group]

Two things.

1. Rummi bears were a complete success. Vodka bears, not so much. The vodka bears ended up being kind of nasty, like a shot of chewy straight vodka. Not sure how that happened. Rum works so much better.
2. My brother is moving to Dunmoody. He's a dick and now apparently I have to have him living nearby. Leo, I apologise for laughing when you were upset about Rod moving here.

[End Ward]

[Warded to the Nameless Group, minus Patty]

Additional note for the rest of you. Travis sent me a message asking me to get Pats out of his hair for a couple of days. She's been mumming the hell out of him since he woke up - which is understandable, yeah, but I think he's going out of his mind. He wants me to take her on a vacation or something for a few days, and I think it's a good fucking idea for several reasons. So, vacation ideas? Anyone feel like helping me convince Pats she needs one?

[End Ward]

[Warded to Pats]

Welcome to the family. I had really hoped Acanthus' little announcement was that he finally got that wife of his preggers to keep the parents happy, but no, of course it has to be moving to Dunmoody. Of all the places in the bloody fucking world.

Let's get out of town for a couple days, just the two of us. A vacation sounds fucking brilliant right now.

[End Ward]

Welcome to 2011.

Who wants some?

( Adrian's Christmas Experiment )

Ale by Owl, for all your alcoholic needs this season.

It's the middle of the bloody day and I'm already tired of Emma Parsons and her charming goddamn lights.

This may or may not also have to do with me being in a bad mood because Acanthus seems to think

[Warded to the Nameless Group]

Caleb's birthday and it's a fucking Saturday. That means PUB. Granted, it'd mean pub any day of the week, but it sounds good to have a real excuse.

Instead of some stupid sentimental little gift, Caleb, all your booze is on me tonight, yeah?

[End Ward]

[Warded to the Nameless Group]

Oi, Marcus and his boys are taking on the league champs this weekend. I'm gonna get tickets. Who wants to go? I plan on getting a good box so we can see Marcus smack those purple prats all over the damn place. Mate, can you imagine the damage you could do as a beater?

Anyway, on me. Just chime in if you're free.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Pats]

Thinking about you, just wanted to say that. Don't say AWW.

[End Ward]

I've been watching gnomes cart off everyone's shite. It's like a goddamn parade, only the floats are riding the people.

[Warded to the Nameless Group]

What the fuck is wrong with you people? My handwriting may have been suffering, but I wasn't fucking complaining, I was bragging about all the sex I was getting. If I was serious, I wouldn't say I'm leaving my beer to Marcus.

And I was FUCKING JOKING AROUND BEHIND WARDS, and you lot felt the need to go throw it all out in public and made Patty feel like I was bitching about it. FUCK THE LOT OF YOU FOR THAT. Well, except you, Marcus, since you didn't do anything, which is really weird to say. Oh, and Miles, I don't think he joined in on that shite either.

And don't tell me I don't have a right to be pissed at any of you, because you god damn well know I do.

[End Ward]

[Barely Warded to the Nameless Group, Minus Pats]


[End Ward]

[Warded to the Nameless Group]

Patty's sick. She says she's fine, but she's scalding to the touch and can't keep anything down. IF she asks any of you to help her go somewhere, you damn well better refuse and help me tell her to sit still and get some rest! Bloody bird is determined to say she's 'absolutely fine' and keeps wanting to go to work.

Which means I'll likely be sick soon, too. Fucking great. Well. I guess being married to Patty the Wonder Witch can't be all perks.

[End Ward]

So, this is way overdue. Sorry, Pats. Attention Wizarding Britain (this goes for you, too, mum and dad), Adrian Pucey is now officially a married man! Pats and I took off a couple of weeks ago to this really posh castle and had a little ceremony thing with our close friends as witnesses.

There'll still be a big wedding thing later on when we get her brother ba, so that's still on. I just wanted to get the word out that it's happened.

So without further ado and such, let me introduce you to Patricia Pucey!



She's absobloodylutely ace.

Sorry, I forgot to mention we went to shoot muggle guns afterwards. I couldn't talk Caleb into putting an apple on his head.

[Warded to the Boys]

So, yeah. Friday. What Pats wrote goes double for me.

That said, drinks? Cards? Getting Miles shite-faced? If you hire a stripper, she has to be Marcus' date.

[End Ward]

[Warded to the Boys]

Heads up, just stopped some bloke creeping about wearing a white mask and toting a butcher's knife. Think he's one of those kidnapping arses?

Get your wands.

[End Ward]

October is finally here. I'm putting a special on all of the Oktoberfest brews we have at Ale by Owl. I've got in a fresh shipment of different styles of Märzen if you're looking for a traditional Oktoberfest drink. And as always, we're going to have all sorts of Halloween themed Pails of Ale for your parties this month.

[Warded to Pats]

Thinking of you, babe.

[End Ward]

Pats! It's after 10, let's go DANCING.

Three more days! No other announcements will compete with this!

Thirty-eight minute match. Thanks, Montrose. Means I didn't have to switch back and forth to listen to the Falcons almost lose to the Tornados. John Finn saves the day!

[Warded to Friends (Minus Leo & Lillian)]

Today's Lillian's birthday and Patty says she's ha and I think every one of us needs to send her flowers today. Not just any flowers, though, flowers with a note saying they're from her secret boyfriend.

It'd be good for making Lils laugh and good for tormenting Leo.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Lillian]
[Charmed to sing loudly, and poorly, in Adrian's voice]

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LILLIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN,
Happy Birthday to you!

[End Ward]

I listen to a lot of music at the pubs or when Patty and I go out dancing. This Small World song isn't familiar at all. And it kinda sucks, no offense to you types that may like it. Or maybe a little offense, I'm easy-going.

[Warded to Marcus]
What the fucking fuck, mate. I hear you're putting the moves on some 18 year old? Or is Leo and Terrence full of it? They showed me some conversation you were having and it was getting pretty deep, talking about shows on the telly and such.

If you want to see a good show on the telly, get over here. I'll show you this thing called the Weakest Link. It's fucking HILARIOUS. Right after that goes off, there's this Big Brother show where you're spying on people in a house. Fucking creeper, I turn that off. Sometimes
[End Ward]

I love Italian food. Pot luck. I'll bring, uh. Barbecue Chicken Pasta.

All right, I'm feeling chatty and a lot of people are sitting at their journals since they can't work, so I'm going to go ahead and reveal July's Ale of the Month. You gotta try this!

( Westmalle Tripel! )

Rating: an unprecedented 10 out of 10 Happy Adrians.