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[10 Nov 2003|10:44am] |
I've come to the conclusion that flirting is a deathly dull and complex experience. I was "attempting" it with Lyndsey, a rather nice girl from the Bell yesterday, but it seems my charms are usurped by David's, who just has to grin a lot in a protracted way, and saying the odd thing.
Anyway, Lyndsey IS nice, but Christ, i really can't be that bothered to attempt it anymore.
Ended up at Roy's again, watching some gadforsaken film with "Isn't that that small bloke out of Inner Space?", and Nick Fucking Nolte.
What a day. What a fucking wonderful day.
"Squeezing between cars, he stepped out into the street, uneasily watching the car's windows...and if the occupant happend to notice him standing there in a moment of ungainly stationary posture.
He hated being there. Wanted to be somewhere else, with someone, anyone who cared enough to know he existed.. and wasn't just a silhouette they saw every so often, that quirky outline of a man who drifted in and out of sense.
"That life isn't for me", he thought, and was shaken from his reverie once again, crossing the road and putting distance between himself and the High Street."
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[10 Nov 2003|04:58pm] |
Another deathly dull afternoon, alleviated by the return of Mr Daniel. I've missed him quite a lot actually, and we had a proud rendition of "I've got you under my skin", complete with finger clicks, and so forth.
Roy is again convinced he has managed to make just about everyone hate him. But he DID pay off his bar tab, which was rather dissapointing actually; i would have liked to have seen him "haggle" with Ian.
He's still racketeering at every sodding opportunity too, having finally offloaded the cd player on me for six pints of Stella and several packets of crisps, he is now trying to flog a fucking punching bag to David. Like David needs any more bloody strength!
So what fun. Gordon and Ian were in the bar as usual, pulling the game of rugby apart in protracted detail.
Ian: I'm convinced France will win...i 'ave a....feeling...
Gordon: I dunno....you never know with England...
Ian: It's 'ill......'es the most important absentee....the most worrying...
LATER
Gordon: Get 'ome...'ave me liver and bacon....'avin LIVER AND BACON...
Ian: (In Cornish accent) Oi gawt me a pork chop, oi 'ave...with stil'on saarce...and new poaaarttss...carrots...
Gordon: YEAH....i like a pork chop meself i must admit....lovely crispy FAT
My god, i love scripting everyday life. It is so amusing in the scripture from.
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