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[08 Nov 2003|09:12am] |
Last night was fun, then.
Half an hour after the commencement of work, Zoe's face appeared at the kitchen door. She'd just been down for an Indian, so i gave her a hug and giggled boyishly as usual,(Hey, i still think the woman's cute, alright?) and we had a quick chat.
After work i came into the bar, and there was nobody i recognised, except Royston, who sloped in very late for last orders.
And so at closing time we went off to sing songs. Literally. Bloody loads of them, at the top of our ranges. You've never seen a choir like it.
Roy sang Mack the Knife, whilst i got well and truly stuck into the Fugees..we bellowed so much i thought the walls would fall in. And Dougall the cat kept running through the room looking SHIT SCARED. Usually during a particularly Roy style "OLD MACCCCKKKEEEEEEEEEESSAHHH.... BACK IN TOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWNN!!!!!!!!!"
He is actually a decent vocalist, is the STONE. But VERY VERY LOUD.
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[08 Nov 2003|12:33pm] |
God's sake. I have to try and download this godforsaken soundtrack:
Track Listing 1. Fight to Survive 2. Kumite [Main Title] 3. Father and son / Training 4. The Tree and The Sword / In Hong Kong / The Walled City / Ceremony 5. Chong Li kills 6. On My Own - Alone 7. The Second Day 8. The Morning After 9. Preparation 10. Dim Mar 11. Powder 12. Triumph.
It's the film Bloodsport, some poxy fighting film with Jean Claude Van Dammit all to hell. Dave wants it.
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