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[15 Oct 2006|12:27am] |
An insane evening, possums.
We did fifty meals tonight, rather average for a Saturday night, but things didn't really kick off until I left the kitchen, by which time there was easily seventy people in the pub. It was review night for the Playhouse. I missed it, and i'm a little pertubed about it, but hey, you can't help it when you're working.
I found my little place in the bar and got wankered, as the bar filled up and up and up. It was brilliant, and Rich's friend Ben provied some hair length competition.
I feel great tonight. I've got wasted, and I don't give a shit. Thank fuck for feeling happy. For once.
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[15 Oct 2006|12:15pm] |
You know, this Lord of the Rings Extended Edition is genius, literally a thousand discs, and all of them about the smallest minutaie of the film. There's a "Peter Jackson donut eating dvd", all about donuts and Peter Jackson. Ripper. An Elijah Wood dvd, featuring freeze frames of all the star's best worried expressions, including finding out the gas meter is playing up and he hasn't payed his electricity bill yet.
There's also a smoking edition, with lots more smoking pipes.
And there's the Gandalf edition, where Ganders potters about a garden shed, getting stoned, smashing up plantpots, and singing under a table. Then being sick on a thistle.
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[15 Oct 2006|12:32pm] |
Imagined a LOTR film that was in real time. Jesus Christ, that'd be amazing, like when they're at that party. Four hours of the extended edition of the extended hobbit party. Just like a real party, but without midgets, and less vomit. Or more.
Or the LOTR livejournal. Written by I dunno, Frodo, or Bilbo or something.
"Jesus Christ (Don't know how i'd work this in what with Middle Earth not having a Jesus), what a fucking party. I got well smashed off my tits, and all the guys were there. Ganders, Sam, that girl he's trying to knob, Merry, Pippin, all the townsfolk. Oh, it was amazing, mate. I got wankered on the pipe and the brew. Merry and Pippin started fucking about with Gand's fireworks and buggered up his precision show. He wasn't pleased, and got them both to wash up. LOLOLOLOLLO. Pair of wankers.
It was all going swimmingly until Bilbo's speech. He went all weird and started mumbling like a bee in a sewer and then disappeared. I don't know where he's gone, but i'm pretty happy about it, because although Bilbo is great it's good to have the house to myself without all these stinking maps and stupid blather of his. Though Gands has been hanging about like a wispy stink. He gave me a ring of Bilbo's. I'm hoping he's going to fuck off soon because there's a CSI omnibus tonight and I want to watch Babestation after without worrying about someone coming in the room while i'm polishing my pencil.
Right, i'm off to drink poor quality wine and thrash myself with a broom.
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[15 Oct 2006|06:37pm] |
Quite an interesting afternoon's football. It was a chilly and expressionless day when we put up the goal and kicked about in the muddy rec. During our bootabout, the ball got thumped into the trees by Daniel. We retrieved it and then did it again. And again. The third time it happened, the ball failed to materialise. It had disappeared.
Gone. No ball. We did find a smaller ball, rock hard but all there was available, and we tried it out. It wasn't easy to catch right, but when used well it flew. I got some cracking strikes out of it.
Not a bad day at all.
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[15 Oct 2006|11:48pm] |
Something in me says I don't have to try. That I don't have to have you with me..that the stone may fall hardest where the soft flesh doesn't have any feeling. That's why...
and that is the reason i'm taking you off.
You're gone..you gleam for me no more. Now my fingers are free. I am naked under the black sky, and with no strings to hold me up, I giggle and flail like a marionette with no harness. Nobody gets me without a lot of work from now on.
I'll keep you, but not on me. You can stay in my pocket.
This was a decent evening, in a quiet pub. I'm feeling the bite of a weekend of work and drinking and football. Tomorrow I shall learn, and I shall take it easy on myself. One of our number is coming back, I hope i'm here to see him in time.
Yeah, me too.
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