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Yeah, so…my mum and step dad are waiting on a mega important fax so I’m sitting here eating por-fitter-roles with no internet. Ohmigod the Africa on my t-shirt looks like a big crispy chicken breast. Now I’m hungry. Sort of wish I got the white tee. Oh well.
Gutted about the explosions and stuff, I sort of was looking forward to going to London.
I’d like to apologise to anyone who didn’t get phone calls that I said they would get. My phone totally stopped working after about an hour. I tried phoning Jemma and she just never picked up. I phoned Rachael instead. Then it broke. It wouldn’t get through to anyone, and texts wouldn’t send either.
I tried phoning Lucy at Snow Patrol and Peter Kay.
I tried phoning Rachael again at Feeder.
I tried phoning Niamh at The Thrills.
Ah well.
I’m going to go find me some chicken. (signing on for like…a second…just to post this)