Nothing changes on New Years Eve
Heh. Sorry, just wanted to use that title.
So where are we? Car's fixed; spent half the afternoon driving around sounding like a Dodge Charger on nitro (and that was just the flatulence) before my little Honda pootled into view; until I found an exhaust workshop that was a) open and b) actually could get hold of the parts needed within a reasonable timescale. Pipe snapped off at the backbox. I'm sure I only had that replced a year or so back. I must enquire, and consider shouting at people when I get back to hell. I suspect that my working environment is not healthy for anything, even mechanical - coal dust and other corrosives everywhere; glad I refuse to take my bike there. While I was at it, took the opportunity to pop in to see my old and surreal buddy JH who it turns out is feeling crap, crocked back. Going down with him to Londinium in the new year to see Spamalot for Mrs JH's birthday (and I'm not brave enough to say which one), so I must program that in to the working schedule or all will go horribly pear shaped, as it normally does. Should be interesting; drunken and surreal behaviour usualy ensues when we're let off the leash together and we've not done The Smoke in years.
Couldn't find an open barber... hair's getting a bit untidy, so off to a buddy who's got a set of hairclippers to sort that out. Necessary new year purchase for me I think; I've been lacking this capability since my old electric razor got smashed in Slov' back in July, just haven't gotten around to prioritising a replacement. More important things to buy. Beer and toys. You know what it's like. Anyway, lunch with the Olds is on the cards for later; and of course we have to plot silliness for tonight. Pub and Club seem to be where we are heading. Would often go to a certain house party at this time of year; but it transpires the host has been reading my guidebook on how to run his life, and thus there is somewhat trauma and madness there at the moment.
Anyway, here's a thought. Now Sadaam's gorn, the thought strikes me that he's having a hot old time of it in hell, and we'd better not execute any Canadian children's entertainers for a while....
So where are we? Car's fixed; spent half the afternoon driving around sounding like a Dodge Charger on nitro (and that was just the flatulence) before my little Honda pootled into view; until I found an exhaust workshop that was a) open and b) actually could get hold of the parts needed within a reasonable timescale. Pipe snapped off at the backbox. I'm sure I only had that replced a year or so back. I must enquire, and consider shouting at people when I get back to hell. I suspect that my working environment is not healthy for anything, even mechanical - coal dust and other corrosives everywhere; glad I refuse to take my bike there. While I was at it, took the opportunity to pop in to see my old and surreal buddy JH who it turns out is feeling crap, crocked back. Going down with him to Londinium in the new year to see Spamalot for Mrs JH's birthday (and I'm not brave enough to say which one), so I must program that in to the working schedule or all will go horribly pear shaped, as it normally does. Should be interesting; drunken and surreal behaviour usualy ensues when we're let off the leash together and we've not done The Smoke in years.
Couldn't find an open barber... hair's getting a bit untidy, so off to a buddy who's got a set of hairclippers to sort that out. Necessary new year purchase for me I think; I've been lacking this capability since my old electric razor got smashed in Slov' back in July, just haven't gotten around to prioritising a replacement. More important things to buy. Beer and toys. You know what it's like. Anyway, lunch with the Olds is on the cards for later; and of course we have to plot silliness for tonight. Pub and Club seem to be where we are heading. Would often go to a certain house party at this time of year; but it transpires the host has been reading my guidebook on how to run his life, and thus there is somewhat trauma and madness there at the moment.
Anyway, here's a thought. Now Sadaam's gorn, the thought strikes me that he's having a hot old time of it in hell, and we'd better not execute any Canadian children's entertainers for a while....
"Prrrrp. Ai! You f'harted!"
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 9:53 am
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