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Ok, so 
whatisbiscuits says I should post more, and thus I am.
I came back from the cottage ages ago, so I can't remember what happened, but I'm pretty sure I enjoyed myself a great deal. The bestest bit was when we went to a zoo (I am generally uneasy about zoos, but this one had various certificates that lead a gullible fool like me to believe the animals were happy), and watched the penguins being fed. After the feeding the keeper (not Keyper) asked if anyone had any questions, and a respectable looking middle-aged man asked "are penguins technically classified as fish, or bids?" I laughed until I had to sit on the floor, which was covered in sprats.
Since being back I have engaged in various activities, some of which have been good, some bad.
Went to a psy-trance night on saturday which was utterly fantastic, but has left me with a smell which I seem unable to remove, and my brain is now clearly broken in many significant ways. This wouldn't normally be a handicap, as I tend not to use my brain in everyday life, but now I have lots of Things To Do, which involve lots of appointments everyday, and getting on the right buses, and not letting my pants fall down in Somerfield, which happened on monday. It seems at some point in the not to distant future I may be looking after your children, which I hope fills you with the same amount of dread as it does me.
Right, I'm bored now, I'm going to have a fag. Where is
mervin anyway...
whatisbiscuits says I should post more, and thus I am.
I came back from the cottage ages ago, so I can't remember what happened, but I'm pretty sure I enjoyed myself a great deal. The bestest bit was when we went to a zoo (I am generally uneasy about zoos, but this one had various certificates that lead a gullible fool like me to believe the animals were happy), and watched the penguins being fed. After the feeding the keeper (not Keyper) asked if anyone had any questions, and a respectable looking middle-aged man asked "are penguins technically classified as fish, or bids?" I laughed until I had to sit on the floor, which was covered in sprats.
Since being back I have engaged in various activities, some of which have been good, some bad.
Went to a psy-trance night on saturday which was utterly fantastic, but has left me with a smell which I seem unable to remove, and my brain is now clearly broken in many significant ways. This wouldn't normally be a handicap, as I tend not to use my brain in everyday life, but now I have lots of Things To Do, which involve lots of appointments everyday, and getting on the right buses, and not letting my pants fall down in Somerfield, which happened on monday. It seems at some point in the not to distant future I may be looking after your children, which I hope fills you with the same amount of dread as it does me.
Right, I'm bored now, I'm going to have a fag. Where is
mervin anyway...