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[17 Oct 2006|12:39am] |
Allo.
Vous join me from le comfort of mah bedroom. Tonight has been good, great and grand. Let's take it from the top. The top is early evening, and the trip was fine, to Canterbury. I arrived in good time and snuck in early, talking to the lovely ol' girl I percieve to be half America, due to her accent. I don't even know if she is, but she talks and looks a bit like an elder version of Gabe. Speaking of whom, where are you?
Andrew was there too. He's a retired chap who used to teach. I like him very much, he's like a radio voice, and is interested in everything and anything. Soon, most were in, despite deadlock in the traffic because of an open night. We studied some short story and then went for coffee. After, I elected to leave early to catch the train and see an old friend. I had to read before. My work appeared to get no reaction at all, and I feared the joke was lost, until the final paragraph. Laughs all round. Perhaps it was just relief that it was over. I don't know. We were set new homework which is to take a short story opening line and expound upon the thing.
I have two weeks, and so can relax a little. Until a week from now, when I realise i've done nothing. I scampered away at ten minutes before the end and caught the earlier train (Or the one I would catch if I was ten years younger) and got back to Minster at nine thirty. Sam and Dan were there, as well as Mike and Ann. I took my Murphy's and drank. Dan showed me his new sound system in his car. We listened to Method Man and my ass got fully whacked out of it's seat by the vibration. Very impressive and the woofer isn't even installed yet.
When we went back in, who should be standing there but me ol' friend, le G. The returner. The long missed. The raconteur. Tousel haired, slight suntan, but the boy was back. He brought tales of France, pastiche', tents, rivers, animals, lakes and bike rides. You don't know how good it is to see him again. Dan and Sam smoked big cigars with us and then departed. G and I chatted for a long time.
It's good to have le G back, ladies and germs. Raise le glass.
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[17 Oct 2006|04:03pm] |
Alright? Yeah, me too. I'm alright. You? I'm alright. Yeah.
I gotta tidy up this room. It looks like another room has hit it. What if I had a lady in here? Yeah, that's a good one, Phyllis. You funny guy! You FUNNY FUCKING GUY! I oughta put you on the stage, if I wasn't actually you in the first place! Now sling yer hook!
Work was a poxy load of old shit, again. Without warning twenty two old gimmers came in and were in the back bar all lunch. No warning for me, anyway. I like to get mentally prepared. Not by getting drunk or anything.
Now i'm watching Never ending story. There's a big dog with all this shit all over his stomach. What's that all about, eh?
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[17 Oct 2006|08:03pm] |
I'd like to know what these little fucking scrotal scrapings would do if they were to come across myself, Dan, Dave, Rich and tried some of the shit they pulled today with my own sibling.
They did it with me too, when I was on my own. My patience is running out.
I am livid.
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