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The devil inside of me 2006-02-07 | 6:22 p.m. It's been a while. Well, a week, and I've been muddling along as usual. The weekend was a bit mad when I met up with Tori and Natalie. We went to the British Museum, which was full of mummies and the like - very interesting - and after that little bit of culture we decided we needed to be rewarded with food and then an alcoholic beverage or ten. We ended up in a Walkabout, which was fine until I was sick (I was quite considerate and did it in the toilet and the main reason I threw up anyway was because we'd tried to relive the good old days with a few Snakebites). I was asked to leave - because throwing up and then going to sit on a sofa with a glass of water is just TOO Rock und Roll - and the pleasant bouncers attempted to escort me off the premises without my coat OR my friends, until I pointed out the fact they were being unreasonable ('cunts' strikes me as a more appropriate adjective) and they got the DJ to do a shout out for Tori and Natalie, who found this hilarious as they thought I'd just got lost somewhere. We headed into the next pub where the boyfriend came and collected me and took me home using three nightbuses. We got back to his and I claimed that I wouldn't be going to bed until I'd eaten something and so he made me potato wedges. Sometimes I just don't deserve that boy. I do realise I'm very lucky and need to appreciate him more, he tactfully tells me I'm a bit 'demanding' sometimes. Phew. Work is work and has its amusing moments as it does its dull ones. The stupidly pretty girl pronounces miscellaneous as 'miskellaneous' ('Why do people laugh at me when I say that word?') The woman who thought Santa lived in a ghetto pronounces Haribo as Hariboo and one of the attractive young men on my team managed to get hair wax in his eye, cue a VERY red eye. It takes all sorts I suppose. |
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