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Well, after a night that really should've been aborted when the bus failed to arrive and we were forced to pile into a taxi with an unknown young man who was also waiting at the stop with us, I'm well and truly fired from the sky and beyond reconcillianont naonasofansn oh arse where's my typing hands, RECONCILIATION where St A's nightlift is concerned. Then again, it could've just been a bad night. It was certainly full of poxy omens.
So now, I'm curled up snugly at home with the favourite red-gold mead, watching "Submarine" and quietly seeing in the New Year in the fashion I prefer. Because to be honest, watching a bloke throw up against a Tesco window at 8.45pm when your own night's only just starting, really isn't cricket.
I'm happy.
Sweet dreams, everyone. Hope you wake up to a better year, and fresh ideas about what to do with the time you've got. I know I have.
xx
So now, I'm curled up snugly at home with the favourite red-gold mead, watching "Submarine" and quietly seeing in the New Year in the fashion I prefer. Because to be honest, watching a bloke throw up against a Tesco window at 8.45pm when your own night's only just starting, really isn't cricket.
I'm happy.
Sweet dreams, everyone. Hope you wake up to a better year, and fresh ideas about what to do with the time you've got. I know I have.
xx