Pinch Punch, first of the month...
Childish I know, but I had to begin the day with this in my lecture!
Boring lectures of the day-2
Good deeds of the day-1
Cups of tea- not nearly enough-2 at present
Spots- too many again, all randomly appeared.
Blonde moments- Suprisingly none
Ulcers - 2 on the back of my throat that really hurt!
Emails sent- 1
Emails recieved- 3
This is a random post....It just is, no real particular reason, i'm just in a random mood.
Went to Gill's party the other night, got very drunk even though I had no intention of doing that. That was also a bizarre day, it started with me on a train, coming home, and the guy sat next to me, pulling out the same (Jeremy Clarkson) book as me to read at the SAME TIME.
He was replaced at Cheltenham Spa by a guy who was reading a script entitled 'Sorted' Final Version, BBC. I wanted to talk to him, but he didn't look like he had an ounce of humour in him, so i decided against it.
Walking to work up Tiverton Road, I encounter an apple rolling down the pavement towards me, with absolutely nobody in sight to have dropped it...that was weird. So weird I felt the need to text both Gill and Lucy about it.
I went to work and had a horrid time, brats! Then went home via the pub quiz, in which I spectacularly managed to get no answers for in the short time I was there. I went home first via the offlicence for booze for Gill's party...and was told they don't accept cards, so i trudged, in the rain, to OMCO and then went to mine (via Mike's). It was, to say the least, a very roundabout way home.
Had a good time at the party, where I was informed (not for the first time in my life) that I have funny elbows and my arms are not straight (I still, despite photographic evidence being taken that I can't remember, beg to differ on that one). It ended with pizza that Mike miraculously went and got from Tesco at 3 am (Gill's mike) on his bike; and me attempting to do chin-ups on the bar in his doorway...
Good night in total I think.
ps. Was also informed that Mike's scary Picachu toy that is possessed (it sits in the kitchen, and is meant to speak when tapped, however it has 'evolved'/malfunctioned and used to speak when the light was turned OFF, but now speaks if it's turned on or off!!) will be coming to sit in my kitchen next year...so I can look forward to many (oh so many) moments of being scared shitless by 'Pica, pica, picachu' in a high pitched voice at 3am when i get in from a night out inebriated by alcohol. As Ford Prefect once said in a similarly dire situation: Terrrrrific!
Boring lectures of the day-2
Good deeds of the day-1
Cups of tea- not nearly enough-2 at present
Spots- too many again, all randomly appeared.
Blonde moments- Suprisingly none
Ulcers - 2 on the back of my throat that really hurt!
Emails sent- 1
Emails recieved- 3
This is a random post....It just is, no real particular reason, i'm just in a random mood.
Went to Gill's party the other night, got very drunk even though I had no intention of doing that. That was also a bizarre day, it started with me on a train, coming home, and the guy sat next to me, pulling out the same (Jeremy Clarkson) book as me to read at the SAME TIME.
He was replaced at Cheltenham Spa by a guy who was reading a script entitled 'Sorted' Final Version, BBC. I wanted to talk to him, but he didn't look like he had an ounce of humour in him, so i decided against it.
Walking to work up Tiverton Road, I encounter an apple rolling down the pavement towards me, with absolutely nobody in sight to have dropped it...that was weird. So weird I felt the need to text both Gill and Lucy about it.
I went to work and had a horrid time, brats! Then went home via the pub quiz, in which I spectacularly managed to get no answers for in the short time I was there. I went home first via the offlicence for booze for Gill's party...and was told they don't accept cards, so i trudged, in the rain, to OMCO and then went to mine (via Mike's). It was, to say the least, a very roundabout way home.
Had a good time at the party, where I was informed (not for the first time in my life) that I have funny elbows and my arms are not straight (I still, despite photographic evidence being taken that I can't remember, beg to differ on that one). It ended with pizza that Mike miraculously went and got from Tesco at 3 am (Gill's mike) on his bike; and me attempting to do chin-ups on the bar in his doorway...
Good night in total I think.
ps. Was also informed that Mike's scary Picachu toy that is possessed (it sits in the kitchen, and is meant to speak when tapped, however it has 'evolved'/malfunctioned and used to speak when the light was turned OFF, but now speaks if it's turned on or off!!) will be coming to sit in my kitchen next year...so I can look forward to many (oh so many) moments of being scared shitless by 'Pica, pica, picachu' in a high pitched voice at 3am when i get in from a night out inebriated by alcohol. As Ford Prefect once said in a similarly dire situation: Terrrrrific!
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