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Jan 03, 2006 15:11

Jeggsy Dodd and The Early Years. I'm only about six months behind the times. Soon my trousers will out-mass Mercury and the flappy bits will achieve relativistic speeds.

Woke up this morning at the correct time after a pleasant night. Dropped off sharpish the night before thinking cheerfully of Plot.

So the Saab misfired like a bastard (because the damp's got in the works) and caused the driver of a Golf to lean on its horn somewhat. Presumably my complicated hand-signals, meaning 'Look, the poor beast's got a shoddily installed 'alarm system' that's all chocolate block and insulation tape wired across all the electrial system like a terrible parasite. Give it a chance to warm up, there's a love.' were interpreted as 'Fuck off or you'll be wearing that bloody steering wheel anally.' Which would be a dreadful and unfortunate misinterpretation.

Google Earth is terribly good fun. Especially when being driven by a sad bugger of a map geek who can remember where his friends live. Want postcode and proper contour maps.

trousers, cholinesterase, posture

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