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[09 Dec 2003|08:20am] |
Graveyards are a fucking airport terminal compared to the Bell last night. I went up the New Inn about 10, and there was a Malloy in there.
Not Zoe, but rather her fucking husband, playing pool and yakking inarticulately with his friends.
I sat reading the poetry book Stan lent me. It's by Edgar Allen Poe.
Choice Charlie quote "Get your cock out of the way", heard whilst said Scot was taking a shot at pool.
Lovely stuff. I think i'll fucking stay in tonight.
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