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N has fallen asleep with all her mascara and eyeliner and eyeshadow on after a night out because she is a lazy tired fule.
In the morning, N to Z: Do I look like a panda?
Z [sleepy, squinting]:No, you look beautiful. Like Chrystel in Dynasty when she wakes up with all her makeup on.
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Holiday!
In two days time.
I haven't yet packed.
I also need to apply to University. I've only partially filled in my application form because I'm tired and my brain is mush.
But I'm running out of time and must, must, must get it done before we leave.
I mean, even Z has filled in his British Citizenship paperwork and I'm losing my sense of superiority quite rapidly here.
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Yesterday I met sorceresz for drinks and we went to a pub that contained more Japanese people than the London Tour Bus. We drank our glasses of wine and did our best to talk above the music and ignore Weird Polite Drunk Man who was sitting at the table next to us. And when Jo was at the bar, Weird Polite Drunk Man took this as a sign that he ought to talk to me. He eyeballed me a little bit wildly and slurred the following:
"I have met many people. Many races. And the Chinese..." [he paused here a little] ", the Chinese are the most wonderful people I've met. They are so connected with all their little rituals. So polite. So refined. They are the warmest, most lovely people."
I smiled throughout, thinking of the gaggles of Chinese students I'd known in Liverpool who were amongst the gaggle of some of the filthiest, most obnoxious beasts known to man. He on the other hand, clearly interpreted my smile as approval, for he grew misty eyed, gratified and encouraged and blinked rapidly at his pint.
And when sorceresz and I fled to a cushy leather couch, he turned his attention to the people at the next table.
"The Chinese," I heard him saying above the pub-din, "the Chinese are the most wonderful people ever. They are so warm, so kind, so disingenious."
The people at the neighbouring table did not respond, but WPDM wasn't to be discouraged by such details and I heard him going on about cultures and rituals and beauty before he queried:
"Whereabouts are you from?"
"Croatia", they replied just a touch tersely.
"And do you like being in this country?"
"I am a British Citizen, just like you," replied the Croat man.
"But that's not what I was asking!" cried WPDM, perplexed. "That's not what I was asking at all!"
And then he left the pub and half his pint, quite unaccountably except perhaps he left to find some warm Chinese.
In the morning, N to Z: Do I look like a panda?
Z [sleepy, squinting]:No, you look beautiful. Like Chrystel in Dynasty when she wakes up with all her makeup on.
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Holiday!
In two days time.
I haven't yet packed.
I also need to apply to University. I've only partially filled in my application form because I'm tired and my brain is mush.
But I'm running out of time and must, must, must get it done before we leave.
I mean, even Z has filled in his British Citizenship paperwork and I'm losing my sense of superiority quite rapidly here.
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Yesterday I met sorceresz for drinks and we went to a pub that contained more Japanese people than the London Tour Bus. We drank our glasses of wine and did our best to talk above the music and ignore Weird Polite Drunk Man who was sitting at the table next to us. And when Jo was at the bar, Weird Polite Drunk Man took this as a sign that he ought to talk to me. He eyeballed me a little bit wildly and slurred the following:
"I have met many people. Many races. And the Chinese..." [he paused here a little] ", the Chinese are the most wonderful people I've met. They are so connected with all their little rituals. So polite. So refined. They are the warmest, most lovely people."
I smiled throughout, thinking of the gaggles of Chinese students I'd known in Liverpool who were amongst the gaggle of some of the filthiest, most obnoxious beasts known to man. He on the other hand, clearly interpreted my smile as approval, for he grew misty eyed, gratified and encouraged and blinked rapidly at his pint.
And when sorceresz and I fled to a cushy leather couch, he turned his attention to the people at the next table.
"The Chinese," I heard him saying above the pub-din, "the Chinese are the most wonderful people ever. They are so warm, so kind, so disingenious."
The people at the neighbouring table did not respond, but WPDM wasn't to be discouraged by such details and I heard him going on about cultures and rituals and beauty before he queried:
"Whereabouts are you from?"
"Croatia", they replied just a touch tersely.
"And do you like being in this country?"
"I am a British Citizen, just like you," replied the Croat man.
"But that's not what I was asking!" cried WPDM, perplexed. "That's not what I was asking at all!"
And then he left the pub and half his pint, quite unaccountably except perhaps he left to find some warm Chinese.