well, the ridiculously long summer holiday is fast heading to the finish, and i've ridiculously little to show for it. HOWEVER, I have decided to step up my game and can now recite 8 verses from memory of Billy Joes seminal "We didn't start the fire" Only another 7 left to memorise. Will i make it in time for the 1st blindfolded karyokee challenge of the student union??? Gripping stuff.
it is less than a week till my long overdue holiday from work, with only 20 more labourious hours rota'd in. And let me tell you that time has decided to make out with turtles, snails and any other lethargic animals it can get its lips around. Sunday limped for 12 hours and Yesterday positivly CRAWLED like a caitpillar for 13. it is no exageration to say that even the clock was to tired to caress the top numbers.
On the upside, foolish rotaing has given me an extra day off, so i can go back home and celebrate my good friend rosses 21st, and far more importantly my freedom from the mind forged manacles of work. in preperation i am doing my best to avoid booze till that happy day, where i will get drunker than a skunk who lost his wife in a tragic car accident. plus i can hit on both rosses MAW and his sister. there is literally no way that could end bad for me.
Thought of the day-lets be honest, we all secretly wanted dick dasterdardly to win at least once
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Secretly? Who among us did not openly root for this paragon of the racing industry with his hands on approach to dastardly schemes? The man's work-rate was incredible.
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