oh! suit you sir!
I have now become an adult. I have purchased a suit. It is a beautiful charcoal grey number from Zara so now I can bulshitt my way through any number of interviews and the like because I look (but don't necessarily know) like I know what I'm talking about.
Its all been a bit quiet of late, nothing much of excitement going on. Made a few return trips to the cathouse recently and had a cracking time, mainly thanks to Roz and Christina but this could well just be the novelty of having not been in ages.
The kindly markno1 has fixed my broadband connection so I'm cooking with gas now. He owes me a favour for texting our landline drunkanly by mistake at 3 am last night causing the phone to ring and me to get out my nice warm bed thinking there was some big disaster. However listening to the automated voice read out "By the way I didn't get into some pure shite club. This sucks baws" in a posh english accent made it worthwhile. This service as a source or mirth is seriously underused.
This, along with the drunkan msg recieved from Roz on the same night of "Hey u guys kick ass in the quiz pub? obv i'm not there, in edin and trolleyed work tomo doesn't seen great head! hope up good x" (sic) implies that none of my friends can be entrusted with complicated bits of technology in such a state of inebriation.
Its all been a bit quiet of late, nothing much of excitement going on. Made a few return trips to the cathouse recently and had a cracking time, mainly thanks to Roz and Christina but this could well just be the novelty of having not been in ages.
The kindly markno1 has fixed my broadband connection so I'm cooking with gas now. He owes me a favour for texting our landline drunkanly by mistake at 3 am last night causing the phone to ring and me to get out my nice warm bed thinking there was some big disaster. However listening to the automated voice read out "By the way I didn't get into some pure shite club. This sucks baws" in a posh english accent made it worthwhile. This service as a source or mirth is seriously underused.
This, along with the drunkan msg recieved from Roz on the same night of "Hey u guys kick ass in the quiz pub? obv i'm not there, in edin and trolleyed work tomo doesn't seen great head! hope up good x" (sic) implies that none of my friends can be entrusted with complicated bits of technology in such a state of inebriation.