Dear God, two posts in a month I must be feeling ill
Quite the contrary to be frank, the first bottle of red has slipped down nicely and I'm off for a fun shmoooze down in Brighton for Steave Smiths birthday at Nightshade. It's payday tomorrow and my bank can stop shouting at me about the size of my overdraft.
Hey! Just as an aside, despite my earlier message lots nice people posted me but nooooone said whats going on at the mo.
Gwan, I'm faaaarrrr too lazy to check LJ often enough to see what people post about 'what I'm doing this Saturday' so make it easy on me just tellus where you go these days since I haven't seen most of you fine fellows in ages (and fellates... um fellowesses... er well the female of fellows... ah yes thats it crumpet... oh dear did I say that out loud, hey don't blame me I have no social graces, and proud of it dammit).
And don't say the boom boom saloon since well, I haven't got the vaguest notion what swing is and I'm fairly sure that I probably won't like it (well probably anyway, what do I know).
Anything going down the weekend after this one?
Decaying minds need to know...
Hah! mind, more like seething minestrone of embalming fluid an the occasional brain cell wondering what happened to all its mates.
But any way I regress (or was it digress, nope definitely regress) speektya soon.
yours (in my own mothers words) that waste of good skin.
James
Hey! Just as an aside, despite my earlier message lots nice people posted me but nooooone said whats going on at the mo.
Gwan, I'm faaaarrrr too lazy to check LJ often enough to see what people post about 'what I'm doing this Saturday' so make it easy on me just tellus where you go these days since I haven't seen most of you fine fellows in ages (and fellates... um fellowesses... er well the female of fellows... ah yes thats it crumpet... oh dear did I say that out loud, hey don't blame me I have no social graces, and proud of it dammit).
And don't say the boom boom saloon since well, I haven't got the vaguest notion what swing is and I'm fairly sure that I probably won't like it (well probably anyway, what do I know).
Anything going down the weekend after this one?
Decaying minds need to know...
Hah! mind, more like seething minestrone of embalming fluid an the occasional brain cell wondering what happened to all its mates.
But any way I regress (or was it digress, nope definitely regress) speektya soon.
yours (in my own mothers words) that waste of good skin.
James