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[02 Jun 2008|12:50am] |
Sunday night. Just what I required to take my mind off things. What things they are, nobody apart from me will understand. I took a trip to the Rising Sun with Dan and Tash. It's a small and beautiful place in the midst of rural Kent. I liked getting out of the village. We played pool. And I actually beat Dan for the first time since 1907.
Afterwards, we went to their flat. It's a lovely place, real big too. It's the kind of place i'd love to live in, if I had a love. If I got with Rebecca, for instance, it's the kind of place i'd love to be with her in. If I had her. Which I don't. Never mind. Maybe one day. Maybe not.
Whatever my personal life is like, i'm happy for Tash and Dan. They have a lovely place, and they've made it their own. Tash made some salmon and brie crackers, and we all had some booze and watched England beat Trinidad and Tobago three nil. It was nice. The game was crap, but the conversation was good..... I enjoyed it very much. It was different and fun. I walked down the hill to home happy and pissed.
A good night.
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[02 Jun 2008|11:30am] |
Best quote from the Charlie Brooker column today:
"Reason Two: the lack of facial expressions. Human beings perform all manner of crazy facial distortions during intercourse - Peter Sissons one minute, Marty Feldman the next. It's all part of the fun. Sometimes it's tempting to break off in the middle just to point and laugh, especially when your partner pulls a face like someone who's recently dropped a piano on their foot but is trying to conceal their agony."
Ace.
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[02 Jun 2008|08:25pm] |
There's a moment of self discipline I didn't expect. I'd decided (As i'm not going out) to go and buy some wine to drink here. I walked down the road towards the shop, but when I neared the end of the road, I stopped, turned on my heel, and walked back home.
That's a score for me, I think.
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