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Laughing out fucking loud. I just received a phone call from a representative of John McFall. He's one of the Labour candidates for my area in the general election, or some shite like that. Anyway, they wanted to ask me a few questions; I suppose all they can take from me is that I'm apathetic about ... well, pretty much everything, but especially politics.
"Hi, Stuart, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"OK, sure, no problem."
"Okay, so which party will you be voting for?"
"I don't know ..."
"Alright. Who did you vote for last year?"
"Well, I only turned 18 in November, so this will me first year to vote."
"And who is your second choice of political party?"
"I'm not sure yet ..."
"OK, thankyou. I hope you'll seriously consider voting ... blah blah."
;P
Helen phoned me just before, actually. She thinks we're drifting apart, as she mentioned when she had a drink in 'er. She just always phones when I'm not in the mood for a chat, or maybe I just can't be fucked talking anytime? We had a short conversation, though, just enough to know she was out with Judith again last night. I don't actually know what she's playing at. If she shags her, it'll just be too bizarre. =/
I saw a nice flat in Glasgow today, after a frantic text from Stephen, who was practically orgasming over such a nice flat for relatively cheap (three bedrooms, £600 per month). It's nice, yeah, but it's a damn shame we're not moving until August.
"Hi, Stuart, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"OK, sure, no problem."
"Okay, so which party will you be voting for?"
"I don't know ..."
"Alright. Who did you vote for last year?"
"Well, I only turned 18 in November, so this will me first year to vote."
"And who is your second choice of political party?"
"I'm not sure yet ..."
"OK, thankyou. I hope you'll seriously consider voting ... blah blah."
;P
Helen phoned me just before, actually. She thinks we're drifting apart, as she mentioned when she had a drink in 'er. She just always phones when I'm not in the mood for a chat, or maybe I just can't be fucked talking anytime? We had a short conversation, though, just enough to know she was out with Judith again last night. I don't actually know what she's playing at. If she shags her, it'll just be too bizarre. =/
I saw a nice flat in Glasgow today, after a frantic text from Stephen, who was practically orgasming over such a nice flat for relatively cheap (three bedrooms, £600 per month). It's nice, yeah, but it's a damn shame we're not moving until August.