Thursday, 28 May 2015

Bright new dawn

God I'm hung-over. I inadvertently celebrated the completion of two deadlines last night, and I actually fell over just before going to bed.

Green Eyes is coming round any minute, expecting me to make her sound intelligent and knowledgable on paper, and all I can think of is a fried breakfast. It is a cruel fact that the time when one most needs a fry-up is when one is least capable of making it oneself.

I've just remembered that it's her brother's birthday in Bristol tonight as well. We have to get there by train for two reasons - one is that my car still isn't fixed and the other is that if I want another hang-over to run concurrently with the present one, then I cannot drive anyway.

If I sent you an abusive email or text last night, then I didn't mean it. Either that or I did mean it but now regret it.

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  1. Were you so drunk that you bought endless rounds, as if money was no object, told your friends exactly what you thought of them and made unwanted physical advances ? XXXX

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  2. Was that you who was seen outside The Bell last night, doing an elephant impression?

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  3. When you send me abusive emails it takes you several weeks to regret it. May be you were not quite so drunk as you were last night when you sent them.

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    1. On reflection I should add, if ever.

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    2. Oh, so you're pissed again tonight. Nothing new in your household then. You are so self-obsessed, it's bloody boring.

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  4. Oh, dear. Get yourself together and get that paper done. Another deadline to celebrate.

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    1. I do the work, she does the celebrating.

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  5. Be sure your sins will find you out.

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  6. As long as you didn't get anything tattooed on your forehead or other places (Quick check!!) you should be o.k.

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    1. I had that Welsh train station tattooed on my knob, but he ran out of ink after 'Ll...'

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    2. Well, that's all right then. Who knows if it would have fit anyway. (Wink, wink!)

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