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New Year - New Post!
Better late than never I suppose. My last post of 2005 was a sad one, announcing as it did the sad death of my Grandad. That was back in November and of course since then we've had the festivities of Christmas and the coming of a brand new year to contend with. Blimey, that was hard work!
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Better late than never I suppose. My last post of 2005 was a sad one, announcing as it did the sad death of my Grandad. That was back in November and of course since then we've had the festivities of Christmas and the coming of a brand new year to contend with. Blimey, that was hard work!
( Read all about it! )
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Yay the upbeat, dynamic and get up and go-ey lay-dee! This year I shall also be changing everything, scary as hell but quite exciting too.
This time next year,
where shall we be,
washing our socks,
or up a gum tree.....
but don't learn to cook, we'll lose that wonderful prickle of fear up the spine every time you enter a kitchen with a determined look on your face
p
xxx
ps. bless the cherries, whatever happened to the bright yellow ones?
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Ahoy the change m'dear, tis all for the best in the long run. . .
LG
xxx
PS the Yellow DMs made me look like I had ducks feet. Although I was insistant that I was going to wear them on my wedding day sadly they were culled when my parents moved house. They were two sizes to big anyway. . . Damn me and my love of inappropriate footwear!
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Gonna start by e-mail replying yer ol' mucker back one of these days? Huh huh??!!
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Bloody hell, thanks to all this livejournal related shenanigans the worlds gettin smaller by the minute!
Nice to hear from you (and that you remember little old me - as I recall we spent most of our formative years either asleep, hidden in a cloud of smoke or obscured by tubes of Pringles. . . ), I'm living up North in Warrington now and working for IBM in Manchester. Don't give me that look, I need the money. I shacked up with an impoverished musician more's the pity and am reliant on the Man to pay the bills. Despite all this I am still an outrageous techno-weenie and in fact my fella and I met when he was attempting wrestle my hapless laptop into working after I had royally messed it up. . . again.
Consider yourself friended!!
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You're lucky with the memory, personally I've found that great swathes of my memories seem to have been burnt from existance. I kind of jump from age 19 (I remember first meeting you and Jon round the back of the hungry horse (the Beacon?) pub in South Ham upon which you immediately corrupted me. . . if you know what I mean hur hur) to age 24 where I find myself in a tattoo studio in Reading being scarred for life by a nice man named Ian. . .
Perhaps its for the best.
I never touched the PS3, honest. I was no where near at the time. You can't prove nothin ha!
The North isn't so bad, its just full of scallies (Northern chavs), and they eat mushy peas and put gravy on their chips. Weirdos.
Hows Reading working out for ya?
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