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[19 Dec 2004|12:10am] |
A good night. Everybody was on it tonight..Lisa and I cruised frankly, and were out by half ten...spent the rest of the evening swigging the stout and feeling satisfied, smoking and talking intermittently to fellow colleagues who drifted in and out on the stool next to me.
Walked the girls home afterwards....barking about how great the Crystal Maze was. We all know....yes. And now...well...i've been eating sandwiches like a stuntman off set...
I'm reasonably content. And that's not been the case for a while. You know who that's because of.
xxx.
Hi Beanie.
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[19 Dec 2004|12:14am] |
Just for you lot..
Blurty Personals that never made it:
Name: The earl of sanders
Where you'd find me: "Coaxing badgers from their sets with mouldy sandwiches, and then making them realise their mistakes"
Little bit out of date, but fuck it, folks.
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[19 Dec 2004|12:16am] |
Okay, you kings of rye, you students of optimism, you backbreaders of sexual depravation...i'm off to bed...happy and full of Guiness.
Tomorrow...the last working Sunday Lunch for two weeks....then...
The best weekend ever.
Goodnight.
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[19 Dec 2004|09:57am] |
Morning there, reluctant santas with your armchair banter. If you're in a grotto this year, I sympathise. I recommend tearing it down and recasting it in your own hellish fear.
Scare the kids at the supermarket, or yourselves. I'd like to see the Father Christmas who's allergic to actual Christmas.
Christmas Cunts.
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[19 Dec 2004|10:35am] |
The last Sunday lunch until the New Year kicks off with a full fucking house in an hour...apparently the funds of overfed middle aged people rarely run dry. At any rate, it's busy. I shall be glad when it's over. Oh well, at least I found a hairband, so I will not today have half a lampshade growing out of the back of my fucking brain and eyes box.
Now skin off.
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[19 Dec 2004|10:59am] |
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Ending Theme - Final Fantasy x (Fucking beautiful) |
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Right, that's all for this morning. I'm off to try and shake some sense back into my left arm...i'll need it to work and frankly we can't have a useless shaking arm flapping about like a flesh hammer.
Bye!
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[19 Dec 2004|05:37pm] |
Thrilling day's work. Around ninety odd meals, and a lot of grooving to post modern r&b. Much more a dance than a working day. I felt unusually good about the whole thing.
It's also comforting to know that there is no work next Sunday. That is, not for those of us who work in the kitchen.
Hooray!
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[19 Dec 2004|06:13pm] |
Right, this is interesting. Seems that due to various complications and re-thinks, Phylly Boy may be taking a little trip on Jan 2nd.
We shall see.
Heh.
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[19 Dec 2004|06:36pm] |
How are you supposed to play with kids? Every time I see Graham do it, he's a natural big bro character. Take skittish bouyant son of Richard, little Jack....running about the Bell on Sunday afternoons like a midget jester, look! Daisy's chasing him around the pillar! Graham's picking him up and goind "RAGHHH!".
Now imagine me trying to play with him...
No. I'm more likely to sit there and say "Er...don't come near me...i'm afraid of children....let's make it clear right now kid...I don't know how to run around the place I work, after a tiny yowling human, looking like i'm enjoying it, and i've certainly no idea on the best way to look like i've lost my sense of direction, screaming incoherently, and/or bumping into a table to make an adult go "ooh...careful...you alright?" If I did that, i'd be called a CLUMSY IDIOT!"
No. I'm more likely to hand him a small plastic skeleton and tell him to piss off.
Never let me be a father.
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[19 Dec 2004|06:48pm] |
And here's some of his fur, from Friday night, as I found myself COMBING ginger tomcat Punch, the angriest gangster in alla the feline world:
This diary is nothing if not thorough. He was on a stool, the comb was from a cracker. What a fucking mental night.
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[19 Dec 2004|08:05pm] |
Right, you lot...i'm outta here. I'm hoping the Bell will be busy this final Sunday before Christmas, as it is excruciatingly dull on orthadox weeks. I will not be getting drunk however, as money will soon be tight, and my liver, tighter.
Bye.
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[19 Dec 2004|08:20pm] |
Hmm...as you lot know..I cannot add more than ten friends to my list..however, as there are currently...eleven more on the friend of list...I will probably insert these into my profile...with a link or something...at least then you'll all know that my lack of adding back is not due to any dislike of you on my part. I am honoured now to have all who add me.
So yes, i'll bung all on my info soon...for now..i'm off.
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| What, as scary as an open mouthed kitten stretching tiny paws? |
[19 Dec 2004|08:24pm] |
You Are a Little Scary |
You've got a nice edge to you. Use it. |
Where are my fucking skulls? I WANT SKULLS.
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