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Went for a quick pint after work. Popped in to O'Neill's initially but they were having live music on in abit so I opted to finish that one pint and piss off. Bloke at the bar is cramming a 2:95 burger into his gob while his friends raid the chips. At least take it to a table, I don't want to watch you eat in quite hideous fashion at the bar. Popped into Patrick's instead and it was all change, bought nice new tables in there and smartened up the floor. I found myself, quite pathetically, impressed. Start wrtiting a text to my flatmate then just think 'why the fuck would he be arsed?'. Tell him on MSN this morning instead. I had 5 instead of my usual 4 pints. But still, I enjoyed it. Woke up this morning just feeling fucking great. Wear my red tshirt. On the walk out of my flat I can see the sheen from a spiders web thread stretching from a tree branch down to the ground. I walk around where I remember it being as I couldn't see the sheen when I approached. Going up the road towards crab hill and the colder air feels great on the lungs, nice and crisp. The sun is low and beaming over the brow of crab hill. The dew on the grass is reflecting more due to the angle so it looks like the hill is covered in frost. A person satnds at the top of the hill, perfectly silhoutted against the intense glow. The trees at the bottom look lovely at this time of year and the sunlight shines through the branches. That scene just stops me dead. What an absolutely perfect image. If only, if only, I had a camera with me. But somehow, the image in my mind is enough. It's easy to think autumn/winter is all depressing but there's quite a few things that are just great about this time of year. Last year being stood on Beachy Head on Christmas Eve during the most cracking sunny winters day was beautiful. I just sat and took it all in as the sun trundled down to set. Part f the reason I'm going to the same place this christmas for the day. I'm doing a retouching job for the company in ireland that Spav works for. I consider telling him then just think 'but why would he be fucking interested in the slightest?' so don't. Have a snigger on my dinnertime walk at the fella outside of woolies with a mic trying to get people to pick up their new catalogue. He just can't think of anything else to say. They charge me too much in Pret but I don't make an issue, just pay and leave, why do I bother going, I don't really like their range or the prices? Must get round to making my own sarnies. but never will. nice carrot and cumin soup though. Looking forward to the wekend as I have fuck all planned. Bought Excalibur on DVD. It's getting a bit lonely in this blogging place. Noticed Pebbles hasn't posted in ages. | ||
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| is a class film - I enjoyed it immensely.
Pebbles, poor lamb, is currently trying not to be inbetween jobs due to her employer being a right c*nt. And she's dead busy with plays - I think there is a new one next week as it is pencilled in to my diary. Zoo I think its called. And, its her birthday soon - hopefully the Cockney Birthday Fairy will be suitably generous Not that I stalk her or anything - well not since the court appearance anyways... Edited by harrygilwood on Saturday, October 14, 2006 at 7:02 PM | |||
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