Bah...
I've officially given up on Mondays.
Right now I should have been at the Steve Bell/David Lloyd V for Vendetta talk up at the Guardian Newsroom. One signal failure later and I'm back home. Does anything work in this stupid city? Barter Town had a better infrastructure.
I had some sickeningly bad news at the weekend - someone I hadn't seen or even thought about in years, but whose influence still pushes me on, died suddenly in his sleep. Now all I can think of are all the times I should have picked the up the phone.
Jess is still ill - under a blanket watching Romeo & Juliet. She had some great news, but that gag is still in place. Maybe tomorrow.
Our friend Corran had an unscrupulous landlord pull the rug from under him and the roof from over him and is now working out of our spare room. One minute he's hanging with Johnny Depp and John Malkovich, the next he's suffering my cock-jokes over a veggie breakfast. Such is life.
I missed a deadline at the end of last week which is something of a first - just too many things piled up. And then I had to apologise to a couple of people which is also very out of character. Maybe I'm growing up. Then again maybe not as this was my favourite:
But hey, it's only 8pm and I have vodka...
PS
I finally got around to watching The Unit and yeah it's fucking vile. Someone needs to send Mamet a copy of Team America on DVD.
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Right now I should have been at the Steve Bell/David Lloyd V for Vendetta talk up at the Guardian Newsroom. One signal failure later and I'm back home. Does anything work in this stupid city? Barter Town had a better infrastructure.
I had some sickeningly bad news at the weekend - someone I hadn't seen or even thought about in years, but whose influence still pushes me on, died suddenly in his sleep. Now all I can think of are all the times I should have picked the up the phone.
Jess is still ill - under a blanket watching Romeo & Juliet. She had some great news, but that gag is still in place. Maybe tomorrow.
Our friend Corran had an unscrupulous landlord pull the rug from under him and the roof from over him and is now working out of our spare room. One minute he's hanging with Johnny Depp and John Malkovich, the next he's suffering my cock-jokes over a veggie breakfast. Such is life.
I missed a deadline at the end of last week which is something of a first - just too many things piled up. And then I had to apologise to a couple of people which is also very out of character. Maybe I'm growing up. Then again maybe not as this was my favourite:
I'm sorry I suggested you put your mum through a wood chipperSorry Mrs Dawson.
But hey, it's only 8pm and I have vodka...
PS
I finally got around to watching The Unit and yeah it's fucking vile. Someone needs to send Mamet a copy of Team America on DVD.
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I WANT YOU TO BUCK YOUR IDEAS UP AND WEAR SOME SENSIBLE SHOES YOUNG MAN.
Or a Dress.
If you want.
I am writing from an internet cafe - this sucks. Hope you're well, wine and film night soon?
You never invite ME to wine and film nights MICHAEL.
Just because I don't put out doesn't make me a bad PERSON.
Hrrmmmff
Laura - I'm fine, but Jess is still in a flu induced world of misery. As soon as she's on top of things again let's have you over.
Johnny - There can be no more invites until you promise to BEHAVE. It's a good job that the press blamed that last grave robbing stunt of yours on animal rights extremists. We only suggested that you bring a date.
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