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[11 Dec 2004|09:42am] |
I'm not feeling great this morning. I suffer no hangover from the merry drinking last night, but rather the onset of my yearly cold, with limbs aching, throat worsening, and arsehole burning.
Ok, that's probably Guiness..the latter. Anyway...I rolled in about ten to find Lucy and Graham at the bar...and a sea of folks all over, including Texas Derek, with familiar "Haaa Phallaaas!"...all I had to do was mention Rammstein for a chortle...
Talked to Graham a lot, drinking and being told about Kingston....all good fun, knocked back four and a half last night. Well, when an old friend's in town you've got to make the effort, haven't you? It's not like I do it eve....actually I do.
As the bar emptied..one of the cats came rolling out of the shadows............wait........this is the Bell....but...this cat........IS NOT ONE I RECOGNISE! SHIT!
It was an interloper, a usurper...a feline vagabond! Stealing space..in the pub! I picked up the cunt and was thinking "God..Bolb would LOVE THIS FUCK!", staring molten eyes and a black furred cap on it's head. Graham and I took it along the road to his house, as it growled in my hands...after setting it down and hoping it'd return home...we walked up the road smoking cigars, and after that I returned home and crashed, whilst Return of the King rumbled away in the room underneath.
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[11 Dec 2004|04:10pm] |
Well, work was seethingly stressful as usual...but incredibly I have left merely the mug I drank tea out of this morning, despite having three chefs to babysit, and forty nine fucking people's washing up. It's all gone, and the floor is clean and the bins emptied. I am irritable, but not as much as usual.
Waiting for Bean.
x
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[11 Dec 2004|05:50pm] |
Aol's decided to fuck me off and freeze with an immoveable message. Don't fuck with me, mate...i'll spoof you again.
Right, that's just about it folks...less of me...more of Tifa in the background. The balance is yours to weigh up. Now sod off!
Tonight...work..twenty nine upstairs alone....afterwards...drinking..laughing, and shouting. And then waking up to another bitter morning.
Bye!
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