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[03 Dec 2006|01:39am] |
Christ. I think I drank every drink on the bar, and then some this Saturday evening. Let's spin back.
Sixty tonight, from forty or so bookings. A good evening, though you wouldn't know it from my mood, which plummeted all the way through. I don't know what it is, but I was riding a tightrope all day, and this kept me from really enjoying work at all.
We were out by ten thirty. I began drinking and didn't really stop. Fuck it, it's the weekend, and i'm finally blessed with a day off. I need to get work done today, but sod it, i'm not going to think about it until I get up. The New Inn was bustling with people dancing to the DJ, Jez is leaving and a good bloke called Steve has a birthday.
The guzzling went on late. I had a ghost walk over my grave with the appearance of a barmaid who looked like someone I once knew..but..then I went back to my drinking and the night yanked itself to a close.
Still, you remind me. But i'm glad you do, because i'm happy to cock a head back and then go back to my Guiness, feeling good. Because I know i'm doing fine. I laugh, I drink, I bark, I sing and I jig, and i'm getting along great. Cheers.
Night, beagle primevals.
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[03 Dec 2006|05:42pm] |
I like Mai Kuraki. I listened to some of her stuff. She's a fairly delicate and sweet sounding soul, with quaint and endearing melodies. It's a refreshing thing compared to the odious writhing of Aguilera and co. She's also - as I said yesterday - fucking mental. I mean check this shit out.
I know what you're saying, Mai. It's a musing on the rainbow of colours that exists in the world, how we're a myriad of different things. Different bears, that is.
I mean, surely they didn't think to themselves..
"Yeah, what we want to do Mai, is provide a cheery and distinctive context to showcase your jovial and cute nature. So to do that we've got five multi-coloured bears for you to sit pondering amongst. Better still, we're going to lay them in a semi circle in a way that makes them look like they're all dead"
Oh yes. I love this girl. She wouldn't be feeling "grizzly", when she got her "paws" on my "honey pot". Grr!
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[03 Dec 2006|05:47pm] |
Fuck this shit. I've got more dosh and i'm saving it. Had a quiet day, but my horn is blaring and i've no smokes. I have a band to see tonight, but I am tired and horny, and I don't really want to be crammed into a pub full of 200 people with no space to move, an erection, and a pint of Guiness I can't ever put down. I know that isn't anything new, but when you have no way to get to the toilet quickly it's not a good thing. Last night I nearly touched cloth in a big way if you know what I mean.
Jesus, I feel randy.
I feel her sister too.
Boom boom!
Might stay in or go down the Bell. I'll have to explain to the others which I shouldn't have to, it's my choice. It's because I just don't want to go there and stand in a tiny space for four hours. I might go and see Richomoto, sister's beau, geezer and poet.
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[03 Dec 2006|11:37pm] |
Christ i'm smashed. It took a night of five pints of Guiness and Murphys, Jez's band, and a good bout of smoking, but it's been grand.
J and J have been good patrons and good company for years, wish them well, please. I don't have much more to say about it, because, obviously i'm wankered.
Tomorrow is final pre Chrimbo night for the class. We're probably going to the pub for the last half hour, and it should be fun. I hope. See you later, then.
Blackadder time now. Ciao.
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