Caritas, Monday

Oct 17, 2011 17:53

A week at home (even if most of it had been spent ducking certain parties who were- understandably- less than pleased with him after the debacle that had been his last visit) had been oddly refreshing. Plus, he got to make at least a half-dozen people kiss a fish. That was always hilarious ( Read more... )

caritas, jake doyle

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Stage! shagthis October 17 2011, 23:56:44 UTC
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest

We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

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Bar! shagthis October 17 2011, 23:57:12 UTC
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

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Lounge! shagthis October 17 2011, 23:57:45 UTC
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

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Back Room! shagthis October 17 2011, 23:58:14 UTC
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head till the the twelve bells at noon

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OOC! shagthis October 17 2011, 23:59:04 UTC
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

*FLOPS* SO MUCH WORK TO DO YOU GUYS, SO MUCH. /o\

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