Log in

No account? Create an account

The Book of Na'Lon

or rather, Inane Ramblings of an Expatriot

Previous Entry Share Flag Next Entry
I remember, I remember...
I gacked this one from jane_somebody, because I want to write a fake memory for her... :-)

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

  • 1
Oooh, do you remember that time, in our past lives, when you were Aneirin and I was Lady Bertilak? And you came round asking for a place to stay for the Christmas feast and would play your harp and tell tales in return? I was so bored, because my husband was away chopping some poor knight's head off with that whopping great axe of his, so I seduced you, and we had mad passionate sex all night long. Ah, that was a good time.

*Snorfle* Why am I not surprised at the slashy nature of this memory ...

Slashy? But Aneirin is a man... *looks innocent*

Of course.

I will have to write this story - er, memory - at some point. ;-)

That should be an interesting read; Lady Bertilak enjoying Anierin practising on his instrument, while the Green Knight is away waving his chopper in King Arthur's face.

While Sir Gawaine hangs about wearing a girdle.

Like the time you moon'd the passing motorists on the Iffly road?

Well, they were being particularly arsy...

I didn't know you were a fundamentalist.

  • 1