Culture spot...

Just finished reading some of Amy's poetry. It was good enough for me to get up and type some stuff about it. Not usual for such a cultural philistine as myself. My idea of a good poem has five lines and comes frome Ireland. I must work on her to get some of them professionally published for real money and stuff in a real poetry book. Maybe she'll remember the little people when she becomes as famous as Pam Ayres...

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...and then they made me their chief.

Back from the pub. I'm currently sozzled, working on wasted. Never mind that I'm working at 8.00am tomorrow. Amy's hook up is far better than mine. There is nothing better than an impromptu gatering of freinds with a slight lubrication.

Shame about the tension in the background. I'll just keep the booze flowing and fail to notice the interpersonal undercurrents as always.


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To the Pub we go...

A pleasant evening of movie faff has just become a hopefully pleasant evening of pub faff. We've just ditched the TTer and will be going out shortly...

Will I get Drunk?
Will Amy set up Amy?
Will there be much bollocks spoken, or will it be witty and erudite conversation into the wee small hours?

Tune in Tomorrow, same Blogg time, Same Blogg channel.

A Blogg of my own

Now I have it, what do I do with it?

Witter, I suppose.

I'll do more after some alcohol or coffee or milkshakes or something.