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[31 Dec 2003|09:35am] |
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Thanks for last night. I only came down to see you, and as always i got miserable contemptous stares. That's it, i can't do it anymore.
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[31 Dec 2003|04:11pm] |
Ninety people. Thirty five quid a head. Free bar. Buffet to match. And guess who has to wash up?
Yes, it's New year's eve at the Bell. Your's truly cannot get very drunk tonight, as i have to clear every sodding buffet thing tomorrow morning.
It's a huge task, but tonight, i'll enjoy eating the fucking stuff. And watching everybody else spilling glasses and falling off barstools.
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