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I worked out on my own accord that times were tough when you said you were having your own jumble sale but an old yoghurt pot for a handbag? Can you not be trusted not to sick in a proper one?
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Not a very exciting weekend for me, I'm afraid.
Got hair cut. Was subjected to the 'Toni & Guy Expereince' where they try to give you the same haircut that they have. My hair is now shorter than it's been in 10 years and kind of rounds over my face, making me look like a Down's version of Pam Ayres.
Had HUGE row on Saturday. Spent most of the day thinking about DIY divorces. By the end of Saturday, managed to resolve the row and then spent some time trying to work out how someone who can be so brilliant and lovely can also be utterly infuriating.
Went into Birmingham on Sunday. Took daughter clothes shopping, which was a nice bonding experience. Discovered that she is as impressed by the shoes in Office as I am. Bought a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts*, which I ate my share of whilst sneering at The Biggest Loser and wondering why Americans cry all the time and at the drop of a fucking hat.
*This purchase has led to me buying some new running shoes today, although I can't quite run about in public just yet (too shame inducing). Instead, I have been jumping, lungeing, stretching and running about the living room along to a Davina exercise DVD. God, Davina is annoying.
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I guess you have to find a way of passing the time till the robot wrestling starts.
That is a wicked picture. I said this to mcandrew and I said, "I shouldn't say this should I"
but he said "you might as well"
so erm, I'd quite like to have sex with Dance in that photo, while the cute boy there looks on, wanking gently in the wind.
I...
My weekend was ace, thanks to my space (groan) I was in some backwater mountain town listening to postrock by a band who had been to derby, and were friends with a band I liked there, very good! Then I met the girl from myspace in the boys toilets, but only after id thought she was someone else and made friends with that person too! And a nice man invited me to padova for a bit. I bought a nice viny and a cd of the band too.
Then I made 300 pounds blackjack whoring, so all in all, a cracking weekend.
That is a nice picture. Lady Marg's nice skin looks nice and the blue thing is definately working for her. Are there still Robots available? How much for your Robots Lady Marg?
Friday: Knackered thanks to continuing battles with nose snorkle so failed to do excercising of any sort. Did laundry and arranged for my Dad to drop over the platform ladder thingy in the a.m.. Popped over to a friend's and listened to GLC, watched the Gorillaz live in Manc, looked at Snakes on a Plane on the internet, ate gorgeous food bits, and laughed like twats. No booze for me.
Saturday: Fresh as a daisy thanks to booze lack, DIY Wallpaper stripping, DIY shopping, feed parent's cat, and do more laundry. Then went to see Three Burials, which was excellent, like a hungover meeting between Sam Peckinpah and Jim Jarmusch, and on to pub with lady, followed by mates coming back to mine and drinking until late o'clock.
Sunday: Sack off DIY in favour of dedicated loafing and eating with lady.
I'm serious about the Robots.
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quote:Originally posted by Bandy: Scrawny has made me do it with her a couple of times.
With the DVD on in the background? Spicey!
I'll have to suggest this to D. Not sure quite what effect having Barbara Currie Yoga yammering away will have boner-wise, though.
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quote:Originally posted by Bandy: Vikram: Does Vikram now actually drink and socialise with Benway and his lady or is this just an extension of the gay housemate fantasy that was played up for a couple of weeks.
Surely, like good Japanese, we'd have made a suicide pact by now. Perhaps renting a Porsche, cruising round the City, and slamming it into Blackwall Tunnel at 3am, KLF on the stereo. Something like that. Except neither of us can drive Posts: 5190
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quote:Originally posted by ben: Maybe he just ran out of things to say for the time being? I don't know. If the dating game means constantly texting one another, I reckon celibacy would be the better option. A couple of weeks ago I had to engage in my first txt-cntvrsatn with a pal who refuses to answer his fucking calls and - as I was passenger in a car at the time - by the time the exchange was over, I was car-sicker than a dog on poppers and my hands had morphed into these horrible, carpal-tunnelled lobster-claw things. All that and we'd still only established that 1. No, he wouldn't be around for the next few nights and 2. GOTO 1.
It's a good point. I've never texted so much as in the past few weeks. On some days I never used to turn my mobile on at all, I use it so rarely. I quite enjoyed the initial semi-flirty texts, but you know at 14p a pop (the price of a Curly Wurly) it's quite expensive really.
However, although your point was kindly made, he has just lost interest, hasn't he?
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quote:Originally posted by Bandy: Scrawny has made me do it with her a couple of times.
With the DVD on in the background? Spicey!
I'll have to suggest this to D. Not sure quite what effect having Barbara Currie Yoga yammering away will have boner-wise, though.
I tend to find the need to move furniture around beforehand in order to create enough space a bit of a gusset de-whumper.
edit - I wish I could type.
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