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[02 Dec 2003|09:25am] |
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Splendid evening. Did a bit of writing, chatted to Geoff, Stan, and Zoe came in after rehersals. I got a kiss on the cheek. From Zoe, you idiot. She looked a little bit unhappy last night.
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| Phyllis ways not to flirt |
[02 Dec 2003|09:29am] |
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4. Jump up and down in front of them making "OOH OOH" noises.
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[02 Dec 2003|09:30am] |
Oh yes, woke up at 5am realising my nostrils were no longer useful. I had to empty them the same way you would eject a bullet out of a gun. It wasn't pleasant.
I still feel like SHIT. I've been coughing and sneezing like a smoker's ward.
I know what i need, a cigarrette! That'll sort my lungs out.
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| Jim the market stall seller. |
[02 Dec 2003|09:34am] |
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"Fucking grapes, two for a pahhnns, yes ladeees and gentlemeeeen, i got plenty of bordeline rotten fruit for yah! Just outta be sacks...two sacks fror a ppahhnd, throw in a fuckin' kid...two kids for a pahhnd sahhn! There you go thanks very much blighters balls, bastards and beans....all FOUR for your money or your wife! Yeah...thassit darllin'.........you know it makes sense....sSAHHHN"
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[02 Dec 2003|04:38pm] |
I have completed my stupid Macbeth script, which is as bloody irreverant and different to Macbeth as possible. I hope it bloody works, it took enough time. And now i'm dying.
The days not over yet, either. We have three large tables, tonight. Amounts to over thirty people. And i'm working. On my own. With my deepening cold, i really can't see where the energy is going to come from.
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[02 Dec 2003|04:52pm] |
Well, i've sent the bloody thing off to my tutor for observation, although i don't know if i will get a view of it before i have to attend college.
Ah well, at least the fucking thing is over with. Possibly. Unless it's utterly useless and i have to do the entire sodding thing again. I think i may boil my hand if this is the case.
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| Phyllis' ways not to flirt |
[02 Dec 2003|05:06pm] |
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5. Brandish a tiny model of wartorn France in front of their sodding face.
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