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I like the fact that no one cares that I almost threw myself out on to the motorway on the way home. Heartless fucks. I could be dead now. Then you'd be sorry
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No, unfortunately not. I'm not sure why I said that really. It's true, though, that I was driving back from Manchester this weekend and I did look out for you and Raz, sticking your tongues out at passing truck drivers from the back of a coach. I was just thinking how exciting it would have been to see you swinging from the emergency exit of a National Express coach, skirt billowing in the wind. Then I could turn to my passenger and say, "that’s one of the internet people I was telling you about." The lilac knickers bit just popped into my head when I imagined the scene.
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That's ok, its just that ever since SilverGinger caught out London with the Oxo Tower thing posting hasn't been the same. Raz wouldn't look out the window with me because on the outbound journey I made him look at another coach we were overtaking and said Look, that old lady is dead! and because she was asleep and sort of falling over on the person next to her he found it quite upsetting.
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I read that about the emergency exit and thought 'fucking hell John!' but it ended with you actually finding the toilet. When on these journeys, nothing seems as important as managing to find the portaloo unlocked. Don't ever do this again though.
Also, we were ripped off at a Wimpy in Bedslipp as well. It cost three pounds fifty shumthink so that I could provide Ringo with a burger that I shit you not, seemed about two to three milimeters deep. Then they had no salt. Then we filled out a complaint form.
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Just because I start a sentence with 'masturbating in my own faeces' does not mean you can upset little girls with filth words like 'penii' and 'toss'
Sorry. I'll be good now. There was no morphing. Astro was lovely. All weekend.
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quote:Originally posted by Uber Trick: I like the fact that no one cares that I almost threw myself out on to the motorway on the way home. Heartless fucks. I could be dead now. Then you'd be sorry
I would have run out onto the motorway to save you from your fall. Unfortunately in my unthinkingnness I would run onto the wrong lanes of the highway, getting run down by traffic moving in the opposite direction.
I can't even be heroic in my own fiction today.
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Helloo!
Shouts go out to (in no particular order, usual absent minded/unintentional rudeness caveats apply)
Ringo: For his stoic performance, chilled vibe, big shirts, and suggesting the bbq. A cold sausage on its way to you NWOD: For his Victorian bather style spring board dive and enjoying David Shrigley Sidney: For her helping hands and support Uber: for eventually being a good sport and flicking the V's back at me. Ya cock! Miffy: for talking me through her hair and driving Ringo and NWOD back safely Astro: for being a excellent 'all rounder' and thoroughly good egg - initiating the whole event, and being 'almost relaxed' in our bouncy chair, apart from the stirrups. Raz: for being one sharp cookie, and our sort of **** . Louche: for opening up to me and being a friend.
Props go out to Dang: brief chat, too short StevieX: I have a cunning (long term) plan which may interest you/need your help - mail me if you're interested.. Ben, Bamba, VP - nods only, soz, it aint easy being a mother hen. PIIYPASI - we're here - midweek beers?
and, also lastly, to Disco (via Uber) for passing on her best wishes - you started my love/hate affair with TMO - one day you will meet your stalker! Oh yes.
Thanks again to everyone who gave me food for thought, funny, challenging, interesting times.
As you were...
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quote:Originally posted by Lucid: Uber: for eventually being a good sport and flicking the V's back at me. Ya cock!
I'm a delicate flower, you know.
Well that makes two of us.
We've got into the habit of using insults as terms of endearment, - the righteous indignation of being insulted flipping to self assuredness - the next step, love nips (on the skin under your arms) and stealth thwacks (gently, on the back of your head). I've been called a "mucky minged muck trumpet" in my time by my foul-weather friends
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I get that concept, after all, Raz is my best friend. If that doesn't give you a serious understanding of the bizarre and appreciation of the surreal then nothing will!
quote:Originally posted by Lucid: Dang: brief chat, too short
That was so true, what you just said. Profound and filled with perfect insight, a thought like that could raise the Dead from what was previously thought to be a kind of endless night; a deep, deep sleep of the eternal sort, chances to wake from which were naught.
It has the potential for crossing cultures and gently persuading hostile kings; it could chase away those circling vultures of famine and warfare, disease and drought and send enemies running in pointless rings. Wracked with uncertainty and fresh self-doubt, they'd make textbook errors and be put to rout.
This could divide united camps (making politicians tired and teary) but also light enormous lamps, and clear more space for open minds whilst leaving Science far behind by challenging long established theories and discrediting archeological finds.
And it's surely back to the drawing board for the great inventions of the recent past. You'll be faced with the sight of stampeding hoardes, released as one from their bonds and chains to run to your front door, at last, and crown you (their number one choice) to reign. Er, what was it you said again?Posts: 8467
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Succinctly put. Hey. I'm sorry you didn't make a lasting impression, but at least you turned up.
I was struck dumb in the presence of greatness.
Edit: I seem to have aquired some battle scars from Saturday night, which is all the more perplexing as I was *relatively* sober all evening. I have a tear shaped scrape of skin which has been removed from my forehead, just below my hair line, a coin sized bruise on my left forearm, and a larger bruise on my left calf. Can anyone account for these?
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The pome's for all drunken conversations ever, and I hope we have many more in days to come, and maybe even remember one or two.
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Hey everyone, Dang's just invited me and Mrs Lucid round to dinner! Are we having spatchcock or sea-bass, ooh Amarone or Sancerre, ooh, I haven't got a thing to wear, ooh, must book the hairdresser...
yep, indeedy, well, you're near, we're near, it will happen. [on the qt, a north minimeat]
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