July 1st, 2002

do I know you?, skeptical/wry, wry, um

Fatty's and Bingo's Night Out

I actually found Fatty conscious this evening, so we've decided to go down to the Green Dragon to remedy that situation. I do hope the hobbit with the firearm speaking a language CS Lewis would prefer doesn't follow us. Here's to getting plastered!
do I know you?, skeptical/wry, wry, um

LOST IN THE WOODS: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

Oh dear. I seem to be in a bit of a predicament. I'm in a forest, but I have no idea where. It has to be walking distance from Hobbiton, but I'm amazed I could have walked far enough to be in this dense wood in the condition I must have been in last night.

I was out at the Green Dragon drinking with Fatty until quite late, I suppose. And I woke up late in the day with a splitting headache here in these woods. Just me and a pouch with a half finished bottle of Odo's Best in it. Oh, and my pocket PC, obviously. I did find a stream to wash up in and cut some willow bark to help my head. But it is getting dark and I still have no idea where I am. I've been trying to head east, but I don't know if I'll be able to hold to course by the stars with this thick canopy. It's getting chilly and I'm utterly exhausted. With any luck, I'll find my way out before it's totally dark. I hope.