This, too
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See, because we wouldn't have interest rates, and his name...
If I search, 'preston timetable' and don't bother putting in a bus company, my first result is, "112 - West Preston - St Kilda - To West Preston Timetable... via South Melbourne". Yeah, rub it in, Google, see if I don't switch to another search engine.
I am supposed to be meeting Líam for pointlessness in Preston. Having no money, I finally resolved to tackle my copper draw, which has been dormant for years in my absence. Five quid in pocket-shrapnel later, I uncovered 1) a nice shiny pound, 2) a nice crisp Elgar. Let the wastage begin.
I see we're finally rounding up Tories. Shame it's being done by Labour's Bolshevik equivalents (by which I mean, those who finished off their own movement). Still greater is the shame that David Cameron's still out and dropping, "bombshells" every fourteen seconds. If he says that many more times, I will be quite literally angry with rage.
Last night was a nostalgia-fest. I watched a 1979 pilot of Dangermouse, in which Penfold is Welsh, and, I suspect, in love with DM, and then (mis)spent the rest of the evening watching early Catatonia videos. I liked the fact that the one they wrongly expected to be their first proper hit was still just shot in a field full of sheep. It would have been more enjoyable if 1996 weren't another fucking awful year of highschool.
More generally, of late, I have been wishing that I'd had a country of my own, because, really, I probably would have been pretty okay at delivering aid to the rest of the world. You know, "If only someone had seen this coming" greetings cards and so on. Nah, really, we'd offer to save the day over this what's it, 'banking collapse'? "...I mean, I don't see why it should cost hundreds of billions to resuscitate the UN guy, anyway." Alas, I have not my Soviet Commonwealth in anything more than fantasy configuration, so we'll have to make do without the gloating and unhelpful jibes. Sort of.
I haven't really anything else to say, right now, so here's Philip Schofield and Gordon the Gopher giving it a bit of Ulyss-ee-ee-ee-ee-eees...
Mm, formative.
1:51 p.m. - 2008-11-28
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