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[25 Nov 2004|08:34am] |
The Bell Inn recieved me last night in the way it has recently...with a few eaters sprinkled this way and that, and I resumed sitting at the bar, on my own...drinking Guiness and stealing glances around. Talked to Di a bit during this, and after a while of nothing happening, Stoney came in with college friend Selina in tow.
Selina's a lovely girl. A gentle countenance and sparkling wit, and a fine line in remembering computer games. We all sat in the bar, as Ian and George provided mirrored animal/human metaphors for each other.
Hometime I spent drifting through the night once more...thinking again.
Always doing that.
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[25 Nov 2004|08:42am] |
It's rather early, and I am weary from another night drinking Guiness to sleep, so I may do some of that properly in a minute. Alcohol induced R.E.M does no favours.
Back later for more online cheekiness. And then some.
You know what i'm talking about. x
Forty five pages.
Woo.
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[25 Nov 2004|08:48am] |
Why don't they ever clean up in fantasy libraries? Fucking dust everywhere. You would think somebody would have been appointed for a conker or a shiny brass tack, or a bit of old hard bread on a wooden brick.
Yesterday we connected the speakers unto the television. The visceral violence of "Ichi the Killer" possibly the most insane fucking film I have ever seen, screamed and cried and cut it's way through my mind. What a ride. It's like being given ice skates and pushed around a huge abbotoir, whilst having your entire family throw giblets at you. With more swearing and crazy suits.
It's a good film, but not altogether...well, you do sometimes feel...what the hell is going on here?
That kind of film.
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[25 Nov 2004|08:54am] |
"Back in the days of er....Henry VIIIth.......all people old and small...ate from wooden circles..like plates but cheaper..only the royals had plates...and they were made of a thick bone...kind of like ebony...and gold vegetables...which were real gold and inedible..many rich people died...
"Sir?"
"Yes, Jason"
"Are you making this up?"
"No. Anyway, thirteenth century religion. All royalty were required to remove giblets from a chicken on their eighteenth birthday...this tradition still exists today"
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[25 Nov 2004|09:54am] |
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I was clattered into reality by the phone then. Bloody hell...just as I was reading some of the er...archives...I now realise i'm in a room with Trisha gashing on in the background and work on the horizon. Twice today. And I have more cleaning to do in lew of a health inspector's imminent visit. Shouldn't take too long, we are pretty well maintained.
Boundless yawning, alleviated by this fucking remix of a DM classic.
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[25 Nov 2004|11:15am] |
Ok, i'll be back later after the heavy nightmare of old age pensioner Thursday. I'll no doubt be back later, with irritable rhetoric.
Bye for now, grousers.
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[25 Nov 2004|05:40pm] |
Well, what a wretched day so far. Woke up to the greatest e-mail ever, but then proceeded into the most nightmarish little disease of a washing up shift. Sixty people, who I barely had time to care about as I spent a great deal of time sweeping a fucking freezer room and cleaning shelves in preperation for tomorrow's inspection. I shall have to spend further time tonight washing the floor again.
I also broke Ian's mug. And spent the afternoon shitting myself about telling him. I needn't have worried, according to Aleks. Still, i'll buy the old sod a drink to apologise...it was a 60th birthday mug after all.
At any rate...I was out half an hour fucking late, and contented myself eating stupidly fattening sausages and chicken burgers in bread whilst Bolb smashed out her dissitation. Now I am having me some Beans, and she's good.
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[25 Nov 2004|07:24pm] |
Okay, I have to leave now.....a sodding further washing up shift is thirty minutes away. Toodley you noodles. I shall return tomorrow.
Bye now.
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