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Games night update

For those who are interested, the games night that I go to every Monday night has moved to my place. Daryl (ashfallen) has acquired a new flat mate, so doesn't have the room for games for the next couple of months.

So, is anyone is interested in playing board games, card games, etc, they are welcome to turn up every Monday until further notice at my place starting about 6:30pm.

If you don't know where I live and want to turn up, email me at halloranelder(at)livejournal.com.

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greenglowgrrl
Jan. 10th, 2005 01:50 am (UTC)
Bugger. I WAS coming. Then I realised I had to do some admin for a group I belong to after I'd got ready. Then as I checked transinfo my cat raced to my room and threw up loudly on my bed. Now it would be after 9 by the time I got there and time to come home. Oh well, glad I was delayed. Better than coming home and flaking out without turning on the light as I usually do. Guess I'll see you next Monday with your Christmas present. Any regulars go through Albion?
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