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Dudes, the moon over the bay tongiht is AWESOME - it's really big and low and reflecting in the sea so the water looks like it has this silver path running from the sand to the horizon.
Tomorrow I hand in the keys to my flat in Leeds and collect the last of my mail. It's also the last day of my notice to the House of Gas. With this one act, I will complete my transition from concientous Gas Slave to freeloading Rockbound layabout.
My parents have been talking to me about learning to drive. Of course, no job means no money, so I can't pay for lessons, but they seem to think I can go out with my brothers. I pointed out that of the three of them, Prawn has flipped a car down a hill TWICE, Buzz has finally achieved puperty and spends all day locked away with his girlfriend, and Jonny is apparently so AWFUL to learn from that he and Hayley have been forced to roleplay as different people whenever he takes her out driving.
No, seriously guys, when they're in the car and she's driving, Jonny is Lord Timsley, an aristocratic English gentlemen of days gone by, and Hayley is Bidderman, his somewhat dimwitted manservant. I wasn't aware of this the first time I cadged a lift from them, and the exchange went something like this:
Jonny, getting into the car: What-ho, Bidderman! Once around the block and then off to Douglas, there's a good chap.
Froodle: What-
Hayley: When we're in the car he c-
Jonny: I say, Bidderman! Less lollygagging and more perambulating, what!
Hayley: *sighs, starts car*
Jonny: Check your mirrors, old cock.
Hayley: *pulls out of parking space*
Jonny: No, Bidderman, that's not the way to Douglas!
Froodle: Jonny, what-
Jonny: I say sir! You will address me as Lord Timsley, and I will thank you not to distract my domestics with your flibberty-gibbet. Left here, Bidderman, don't forget to indicate.
Tomorrow I hand in the keys to my flat in Leeds and collect the last of my mail. It's also the last day of my notice to the House of Gas. With this one act, I will complete my transition from concientous Gas Slave to freeloading Rockbound layabout.
My parents have been talking to me about learning to drive. Of course, no job means no money, so I can't pay for lessons, but they seem to think I can go out with my brothers. I pointed out that of the three of them, Prawn has flipped a car down a hill TWICE, Buzz has finally achieved puperty and spends all day locked away with his girlfriend, and Jonny is apparently so AWFUL to learn from that he and Hayley have been forced to roleplay as different people whenever he takes her out driving.
No, seriously guys, when they're in the car and she's driving, Jonny is Lord Timsley, an aristocratic English gentlemen of days gone by, and Hayley is Bidderman, his somewhat dimwitted manservant. I wasn't aware of this the first time I cadged a lift from them, and the exchange went something like this:
Jonny, getting into the car: What-ho, Bidderman! Once around the block and then off to Douglas, there's a good chap.
Froodle: What-
Hayley: When we're in the car he c-
Jonny: I say, Bidderman! Less lollygagging and more perambulating, what!
Hayley: *sighs, starts car*
Jonny: Check your mirrors, old cock.
Hayley: *pulls out of parking space*
Jonny: No, Bidderman, that's not the way to Douglas!
Froodle: Jonny, what-
Jonny: I say sir! You will address me as Lord Timsley, and I will thank you not to distract my domestics with your flibberty-gibbet. Left here, Bidderman, don't forget to indicate.