Brendan

Today I finished the last of the humus that I made 10 days ago.

Our green bin disappeared a week ago but it came back last rubbish day. I hope it had a nice time.

Halle ? specialist - lujah!

Apparently they have moved them to a table.

In C. This morning it?s the Westminster Blues. Like the Delta Blues but tapped out on keyboards by thousands of weary digits and sighed into a million mugs of Monday morning coffee. But unlike Robert Johnson, who was made the grandfather of rock ?n roll in exchange for his soul it seems that all Satan is bunging us on this package tour to hell is a chance to finally buy that sports car when you?re too old to enjoy it, trips to Homebase on the weekends and the reassurance that it will all end in a Bupa care home.

Fantastic Tillie! Congrats!

Hit ctrl + A you silly bastard

I have posted confessions on this thread which are actually thinly disguised assertions of how cool I am or have been.

I once got fired from as job as an extra for being drunk on set. At 10am.

It was about the rugby but I'm keeping shtum as this is way more fun.

I see what you mean PR .

Unnecessarily long guitar solos in heavy metal songs.

No not me quids. I do have a tendency to come home pissd and put on folk music but I am not Irish. Oh go on keef. Come for a pint tonight. and I do raise a pint on april 23rd. it's Shakespeare's birthday innit.

holiday

Good lord! ::o Are you ok now?

I can't promise anything.

I once applied for a job as an estate agent.

Well I for one am already halfway through my 4th pint of Guinness and the neighbours have just said that they are going to call the plod to get my asbo reinstated if I don?t stop singing Fields of Athenry at the top of my voice. Actually Quids, you don?t live next door to me do you?

ChavWivaLawDegree Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Are you serious? But how did you find out what > she had written in the diary that she left around > for you to read? > > Did you have strong feelings for her or not? > > If I didn't really give a sh!t about someone, I > wouldn't waste my energy snooping cos I wouldn't > care what they were up to. The point I think I was trying to make though is that she thought that looking at your partners personal stuff was ok/almost expected whereas it wouldn?t? even occur to me to do it. (Unless you are trying to help them overcome an addiction or something of that sort.) So it is not just something that you do. Although I am not a therapist so I will not try to offer any advice. How did find out you ask? Well it all came out in the break up fight. She was all like, ?You?ve known how I feel for weeks!? And I was like, ?No I haven?t and please stop shouting I have a hangover.? And she was like, ?It was all in my diary you stupid man!? So I was all like, ?Why would I read your diary.? So she was like, ?You stupid man you don?t understand me. It?s over!? And I was like, ?OK. Can I eat that bacon in the fridge before I leave?? Then she was all like, ?Fine. Just take that dam guitar with you.? So I was like, ?Any chance of one last shag?? And then she got all like, ?No, Get out you pig!? and stuff. And I was like, ?whatever.? and left without my breakfast.

I don?t think it is that uncommon actually (but because many normal people are insanely jealous nutters). Years back, in another life, I went out with a girl who kept a daily diary. She was having some issues with me being a drunk and a layabout who worked in a bar some nights and played in a band on others and never really got out of bed before 1pm. Anyway she started to get concerned (ie on my back) about my general layaboutedness. She would write about this in her diary and then leave it on the bedside table when she went out to work. The idea was that I was supposed to read her diary and then feel bad and sort my life out, get a real job, buy a house etc etc blah blah blah. It never even crossed my mind to open something that was someone else?s private business. It never crossed her mind that I wouldn?t.

I think the warning sign is when you find yourself thinking that it is in any way even vaguely reasonable to go through the phone or pockets of your loved ones.

*puts a fresh cigarette in mouth* *Strikes match* *Goes up in flames*

Bless you! *Now soaked in rum*

Coxswain

so your face.