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[21 Oct 2004|09:24am] |
Both the bank balance and the liver were eased upon last night. I drank a mere two and a half pints of Guiness. Which for me is rather good. And did i sleep any worse? Did I heck. I can do this every night, there's nothing to stop me. Smoking, now that's a different matter...
However the desire for it is leaving me, slowly. I did speak to Geoff last night quite a bit, as much as my tired and "hungover from the previous night" form could stand. The obligatory chat of films. I really should remember to return his Roman Polanski direction of "Macbeth", that I borrowed...er...a YEAR ago.
Ahem.
And so, Suz may be visiting for a day in January. Not a bad way to kick off 2005. I am very happy about that.
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| GET OUT |
[21 Oct 2004|09:38am] |
You Are "Dizzy and Giddy" |
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[21 Oct 2004|10:35am] |
Today, two washing up shifts glare and argue ceaselessly as regards which exactly will cause me the most irritation. OAP specials lunchtime definately has the edge, with it's parade of the elderly swinging their pension books. It's a weekly shamble fest. Thursday evenings are by and large quite serene. We even have cake sometimes, helpfully discarded from that exact specials.
Still, i'd love to be old today. Two fucking courses for £4.95. In our pub, that's cheap. In any event it does not matter, I am consigned to the kitchen. At least I am quite bright this morning, having not battered my conciousness into snarling and blinking through headaches and Guiness. And my bowels are okay! No stout taken out!
Grand.
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[21 Oct 2004|10:41am] |
Slipping on the shingles, falling into the water,
my feet covered, you lap at my knees,
I know i'll do well to drown, so I let myself float away.
For god's sake. Improvised poetry. Right, time for a shower. Back soon.
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[21 Oct 2004|11:33am] |
Body without brains is like water without reflections. It is with this poorly fashioned analogy that I leave you now, and make my way to my work. Until the other side of noon, then.
Bye for now.
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[21 Oct 2004|05:03pm] |
Nobody booked at all for the first Thursday I can remember. We still had a good forty of the olf folk in, knocking out a few OAP specials along the way. A relaxed afternoon, with some tidy laughs too.
Quote of the Day:
Andy "Just because you've been up the Eiffel Tower, doesn't mean yer French"
He doesn't know what it meant, and I don't either. Which makes it even funnier. I came home after work and ate an ocean pie whilst watching "My parents are Aliens", a peasingly unpretentious attempt at a children's sitcom. It's very funny, and you should watch it.
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[21 Oct 2004|05:11pm] |
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Mmnmnmnmnmnmgghhghgghhgghgh......this is how to convey frustration..........I am an innocent little boy, yes...Phylly Boy could out-naieve a cuddly smurf..
But I still need some. Now. I'll abait this by watching the distintergrating faced Paul O Grady present a laughingly mediocre chat show with his voice that is the aural equivalent of having warm gritty shit shovelled into each ear. That's enough to turn anyone off.
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[21 Oct 2004|05:21pm] |
Sorry, tobacco abstinance for some reason makes Phylly a little more...frisky...I think the blood gets bored from not having to sort out nicotine, so it thinks..."Hmm...alright guys...(red blood cells) let's take a wander..see what's going on DOWN HERE!", before you know it they're all trapped in there like petrol in a torpedo. Usually when i'm wearing tight jeans.
Bastards.
I need one or the other. Can't have the other, so it's smoking, i'm afraid. Later. I'm doing pretty well, though...no cigarrettes up until tonight.
Imagine a dog with a bayonet stabbing a sack. It's not ready for war yet, it totters on bipedal legs...stumbling in the mud, yelping foolishly...paws clumsily fumbling with the gun.....human army corporal shouting at it...waving dog food cans on string in front of it's face.
Fucking Fighting Pooches. It'll never work.
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[21 Oct 2004|05:28pm] |
Okay, so we have work again in two hours. Two tables to worry about, a few walk ins too. I actually hope for business, it will lessen the amount of time and money I waste in the bar afterwards.
Aleks gave me the okay to have half term off, paid. I'm entitled, apparently....well, I have only had about two weeks from four.
I intend to do lots of work. However, good intentions are only that.
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| The Great Mistakes. |
[21 Oct 2004|06:49pm] |
No. 165:
The school governer who thought it a good idea to release an angry rhino into the school disco.
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| Boulder watch |
[21 Oct 2004|06:50pm] |
Yes...welcome to Boulder Watch...just a few....boulders to report for you tonight...down in Plymouth will be a tremendous fluctuation of boulders of varying sizes...scattered along the beach...people should be notified that a few of these MAY look like pebbles but are in fact boulders...small..boulders...
Also hanging off the edge of a cliff will be a two dimensional boulder, waiting to be dropped onto the unsuspecting head of a cartoon character. This is likely to fail, instead due to fall on perpetrator, as they stand underneath to check it.
If you're planning to buy a boulder this week, we heartily recommend a Scottish boulder. Rugged, sleek, and can stand up to any weather.
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| Tiger's Tip: Minster's Exclusive Kitten Advice Shitter: |
[21 Oct 2004|06:55pm] |
Today:
If you lose your front door key down a drain, simply ram a fist through the glass in a window or door in your house, and open it from the inside. Be careful for slashing lacerations, and police arresting you for breaking and entering into your own house.
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[21 Oct 2004|06:59pm] |
Right, time to groove on outta here. I have a date with an apron and an eighteenth century dishwasher with an agressive personality.
Toodle fucking pip.
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