urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brainsext caмвrιdge [ isaac moore ] caмвrιdge [ isaac moore ] 2011-11-26T21:23:58Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brainsext:1607 2011-08-28T10:55:59Z 2011-10-02T18:32:48Z <div style="text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:xx-large;">HOW&#39;S MY DRIVING?</span></b><br />comments | criticism | anon-enabed<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-large; "><i><b>&amp;</b></i></span><i><b> </b></i><br /><br /><span style="font-size:xx-large;"><b>OOC CONTACT</b></span><br />cr | plotting | ideas<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:x-large;">Fancy a different method?</span><br />PLURK : <a href="http://plurk.com/fizzier" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">fizzier</a><br />AIM : <i>shiny effin curls</i><br />PERSONAL LJ : <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="scissorbite" lj:user="scissorbite" ><a href="https://scissorbite.livejournal.com/profile/" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=923.1" /></a><a href="https://scissorbite.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>scissorbite</b></a></span></div><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brainsext:904 2011-07-10T20:33:26Z 2011-11-26T21:23:58Z <center><div style="width:400px;text-align:justify"><img width="400" alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/bd96a052a3a168be09c5633a199d7c260d8555c14116a9ee4d755de24654edfd/P2WlxyVijxKvg25r9c5SU0Mdsf-ah7h020-WRvxEh9nQ9xaals6oR0MrAUByDQIg5xQBzmuMMkxSCkVCjhM660MNhHbdPOyT4FtX6UAxFR7tAeSc-MtejjIB7UIrODlPpRHttH4:WV69eyO1O49jaJyAk2hqew" fetchpriority="high" /> <b>LONDON: Some hideously pretentious invite-only gallery opening.</b> <font size="1"><br />Cambridge had only been here for thirty-two minutes but he had already passed judgement on every single piece of artwork in this predictably hip new Belgravia gallery. He had a remarkable amount of patience for emerging talent on the modern arts scene... but this was taking the piss. Half of the rubbish on display he wouldn't pay thirty pounds for, let alone thirty thousand. <i>Overpriced and overestimated</i>, he thought to himself as he swiftly downed his third glass of complimentary champagne and stared moodily at a soul-destroyingly pretentious painting of a naked woman straddling a minotaur labelled 'David Cameron' - <i>It isn't even being ironic</i>. Clasping his drained champagne glass in one hand he glanced about for a waiter. He'd need considerably more alcohol than he'd already imbibed to get through this night.</font></div></center>