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[11 Dec 2006|12:08am] |
As discreet as a town crier.
We got a little tipsy, yes we did. Ginger Suzanne will know exactly what i'm talking about. Very entertaining though. Well done, Ginge. You made our night. Here's a quiz.
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Night.
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[11 Dec 2006|12:19am] |
I tear the cloth
but leave no rip,
the roses bear fruit
upon my hip
the rain outside soothes me
into lullaby,
my body splits in two again,
the lips tighten, the bite is pain,
but though my mouth is wet my head is dry,
my ears show nothing but silence,
my heart beats,
but the blood shows no signs,
of living up to it's name,
I wore it once,
but it didn't fit,
the metal melted on my wrist,
the crown I bore showed no sign of shining,
the birds settled on my brow,
I absorbed them then,
and I don't know how,
the beaks drew breath,
but still got shot down in the morning..
the day is dawning now.
and the morning's bright,
i'll not get up,
without a fight.
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[11 Dec 2006|05:39pm] |
Happy Birthday to Bell godmother Sue, who is fifty today. Graham and Lucy and I went round to see her after work and had a good old chinwag. Max appears to have diverted his amorous attentions from me to Lucy. Max is a dog, by the way.
Work itself was a busy thing, thirty one people. It's going to get busier, too.
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[11 Dec 2006|06:28pm] |
Less than 5% of people resident in the UK give blood. Now, a lot of people can't for whatever reason, which is fair enough. In my own case, I didn't for years, because I simply never got around to going.
Interestingly enough, people in the streets were today asked by a local radio station to give reasons why they didn't. Almost without exception, the answer was "Afraid of needles".
What they should have done is spice it up a bit, make the reason a little more juicy.
"Nah mate, no can do. I've got knob rot"
Or Ghonarrea. Anything. Make it interesting! I've got leprosy of the penis.
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