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sigh Goooood morning Nottingham! it's a stead 23 degrees here,westerly breeze keeping all things a little cool, and we've just crested the hour of 7..... here's some easy listening for ya!
So..... little hung over today, alas the fury bastard though it great funn to have me up at the crack of sparrow shit to let her out, only to be let back in an hour later. sigh....
still
No Italina <@-> to early, he's most likley off hunting elk, only to bring them craching down with his voodoo battle dancing... much like the flatly fellow meets terminator. I suspect he has his own glitterball.....
The voice however has discovered country, for ther last few day she has been Serenading me with a Jonny Cash medly. She get a bit weepy during Boy names Sue.... can't really blame her.
For those who read this in attempt to see how I spend my in character time, went out last night by accident, (Ha I here you thing how could one do that!) well, if you hush your jaw flapping I'll tell you....
Had a game of WFB last night with Yan (sigh... he's a work mate, look if it's getting difficult I'll draw you a picture) had a few beers, and low, the beer monster was summoned, no at this point, my dear wife was also out with her friend H, so after the game had a dring with some friends in the bar, to be fair I was finishing the post game point in order to leg it into the long grass, but to my horror on the last sip, Alan (shakes head.... damn him) ask "who wants another, points at me and say.... beer?" crappola!
So another drink (oh, by this point the voice has been well and truly slapped upside the head by the beer monster, she's still sulking, and the quality of music is slipping, one day I shall slay billy bastard ray cyrus!!) where was I? oh yes, about to leave when a pool cue was thrust in my hand.... so then, finally I leave the bar, phew, it's still light and world is still spinning....
I get as far as the bridge, which overlooks Tom's house when I hear my name bing called, odd I think, normally the ducks just throw things at me!?!
and Lo tis Tom and a few mates shooting the breeze and swigging gin, so I go in
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Goooood morning Nottingham! it's a stead 23 degrees here,westerly breeze keeping all things a little cool, and we've just crested the hour of 7..... here's some easy listening for ya!
So..... little hung over today, alas the fury bastard though it great funn to have me up at the crack of sparrow shit to let her out, only to be let back in an hour later. sigh....
still
No Italina <@-> to early, he's most likley off hunting elk, only to bring them craching down with his voodoo battle dancing... much like the flatly fellow meets terminator. I suspect he has his own glitterball.....
The voice however has discovered country, for ther last few day she has been Serenading me with a Jonny Cash medly. She get a bit weepy during Boy names Sue.... can't really blame her.
For those who read this in attempt to see how I spend my in character time, went out last night by accident, (Ha I here you thing how could one do that!) well, if you hush your jaw flapping I'll tell you....
Had a game of WFB last night with Yan (sigh... he's a work mate, look if it's getting difficult I'll draw you a picture) had a few beers, and low, the beer monster was summoned, no at this point, my dear wife was also out with her friend H, so after the game had a dring with some friends in the bar, to be fair I was finishing the post game point in order to leg it into the long grass, but to my horror on the last sip, Alan (shakes head.... damn him) ask "who wants another, points at me and say.... beer?" crappola!
So another drink (oh, by this point the voice has been well and truly slapped upside the head by the beer monster, she's still sulking, and the quality of music is slipping, one day I shall slay billy bastard ray cyrus!!) where was I? oh yes, about to leave when a pool cue was thrust in my hand.... so then, finally I leave the bar, phew, it's still light and world is still spinning....
I get as far as the bridge, which overlooks Tom's house when I hear my name bing called, odd I think, normally the ducks just throw things at me!?!
and Lo tis Tom and a few mates shooting the breeze and swigging gin, so I go in <see all men are week!!> ha! at least we can spell, now go back to radio voice! <arse!> and well blow me down there's Barry, Kate, Dean and Clair, Clair's Kates sister, dean's kates hubby, Barry should be king, and I think I've left the light on in the front room! buggur.
Clair and Tom are leaving Notts soon, and I've not seen Clair nor Barry in an age, so I have a few gins, forgetting Tuesday is quiz night! Nut made two new friends.... home by 23:30 or 11:30 in old money, big bowl of meatball with Helen, up the wodden stair with the sound track to Young Guns Two playing.....
And so here I am..... not to bad, just a little wibbly around the edges....
and so, to work.
Exit stage left! (pop)
Goooood morning Nottingham! it's a stead 23 degrees here,westerly breeze keeping all things a little cool, and we've just crested the hour of 7..... here's some easy listening for ya!
So..... little hung over today, alas the fury bastard though it great funn to have me up at the crack of sparrow shit to let her out, only to be let back in an hour later. sigh....
still
No Italina <@-> to early, he's most likley off hunting elk, only to bring them craching down with his voodoo battle dancing... much like the flatly fellow meets terminator. I suspect he has his own glitterball.....
The voice however has discovered country, for ther last few day she has been Serenading me with a Jonny Cash medly. She get a bit weepy during Boy names Sue.... can't really blame her.
For those who read this in attempt to see how I spend my in character time, went out last night by accident, (Ha I here you thing how could one do that!) well, if you hush your jaw flapping I'll tell you....
Had a game of WFB last night with Yan (sigh... he's a work mate, look if it's getting difficult I'll draw you a picture) had a few beers, and low, the beer monster was summoned, no at this point, my dear wife was also out with her friend H, so after the game had a dring with some friends in the bar, to be fair I was finishing the post game point in order to leg it into the long grass, but to my horror on the last sip, Alan (shakes head.... damn him) ask "who wants another, points at me and say.... beer?" crappola!
So another drink (oh, by this point the voice has been well and truly slapped upside the head by the beer monster, she's still sulking, and the quality of music is slipping, one day I shall slay billy bastard ray cyrus!!) where was I? oh yes, about to leave when a pool cue was thrust in my hand.... so then, finally I leave the bar, phew, it's still light and world is still spinning....
I get as far as the bridge, which overlooks Tom's house when I hear my name bing called, odd I think, normally the ducks just throw things at me!?!
and Lo tis Tom and a few mates shooting the breeze and swigging gin, so I go in <see all men are week!!> ha! at least we can spell, now go back to radio voice! <arse!> and well blow me down there's Barry, Kate, Dean and Clair, Clair's Kates sister, dean's kates hubby, Barry should be king, and I think I've left the light on in the front room! buggur.
Clair and Tom are leaving Notts soon, and I've not seen Clair nor Barry in an age, so I have a few gins, forgetting Tuesday is quiz night! Nut made two new friends.... home by 23:30 or 11:30 in old money, big bowl of meatball with Helen, up the wodden stair with the sound track to Young Guns Two playing.....
And so here I am..... not to bad, just a little wibbly around the edges....
and so, to work.
Exit stage left! (pop)
