This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stick that up your dojo! Little bit lonely, tonight, partly just because it's Friday and I didn't go out. Need to save some pennies for when I actually have a good idea. [Lengthy delay] Right, forgotten what I was going to write. Started talking to Amybobs. She has boobs and an unborn scapegoat for cake-related indulgences. Good to stay up to date. It's pretty fucking sad. When I consider the whole having-to-go-home-someday thing, I imagine first having fish 'n' chips and a pint (of bitter) with Liam and probably Simon and maybe Jim. Then, if she's still there when I get back and if any means of staying in touch has been arranged, possibly meeting up with Cafegirl to see if she has got around to regretting her decision to travel to those lame isles. Then going to visit Amy dahn sarf, and that's about it. There just never seemed to be half as many decent people back there, and I struggle enough for proper friends over here. Maybe I'll start stalking my scant sometimes-Britbased readership [glances Edward, and then Delightedward]. Tonight I went for a short walk. It wasn't supposed to be short, but there's only so much crazy that I feel ought to fit into an evening stroll, so I came home after half an hour. First, I saw an actor from Neighbours, with his lady friend, apparently lost. Unless they really were looking for drugs and/or hookers. Then, as I was grinning about that, a fellow was glassed in the face, quite badly, and went down in a pool of blood. The police, apparently, didn't quite notice. I rounded The Prince two minutes later and was confronted by a gaggle of very Nordic-looking girls, one of whom was waving and saying things at me, but she just sounded like Fugazi. When I removed my earphones she just sounded wasted and Scandinavian. "Drunk, much?" I asked, "No! Not drunk! Inside jacket!" she retorted, sticking her arms inside my sleeves and acting strangely happy about it as her friend took a picture and celebrations erupted. I continued on my way. And a possum fell from a telegraph pole and died. Right. Then three fire engines pulled up and hundreds of people came spilling out of the adjacent clubs, and I called it a night. I've watched more Peep Show. I think it shows. 3:03 a.m. - 2007-06-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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