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**** at ** ****? EDIT:

Canny strike to win it. Otherwise, yawn.

Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag!

So do my fella's parents. It's a conspiracy

I really like that whole run from York to Newcastle, to be honest, especially if the weather's canny.

He encouraged listeners to vote for Big Fat Boris.

Never been in/can't remember, but beerintheevening reckons it was called the Bridge and has now been refitted/rebranded as the Shakespeare. The Newt and Cucumber nearby has toilets but is equally dingy. In fact, every pub in the area is pretty bloody awful. We used to go to this place that did two-for-one pints of watery lager on a Friday and Saturday night. However many you ordered, they'd bring you twice as many, however you tried to explain it to them. Pure class.

And it's underneath a fucking shopping centre too. It's like the old Eldon Square bus terminal being Newcastle's landmark transport hub or something.

They "renovated" the place a few years ago and succeeded in making it even worse. Though I suppose if nothing else, it acclimatises you for the architectural delights of the city beyond...

What's not to love? Mind, the route into New Street used to pass near my student halls, so I could see which of my layabout flatmates were at home and which weren't without having to bother with social interaction or anything. Score!

London is canny if you arrive into Charing Cross.

You suffer ...but why?

Ah crap.

Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, tapis, tapis rouge Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, moi, je vais croquer la Pomme, pomme, pomme, et puis Quand j'aurai fini, je recommencerai Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, tapis, tapis vert Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, il paraît que dans la Pomme, pomme, pomme, il y a des tas de pépins Tant pis, je verrai bien Oh, c'est le printemps, c'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, tapis, tapis bleu Bleu, bleu comme le ciel avant de croquer la Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api Je voudrais savoir ce qu'il y a dedans Est-ce que c'est l'amour? Le Prince Charmant Au milieu des bois qui est caché dans ma Pomme, pomme, pomme? Dis-moi Est-ce que c'est l'amour, l'amour ou le serpent? Oh, en attendant, c'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, tapis, tapis blanc Si c'est le serpent, je n'ai pas peur, j'ai ma Pomme, pomme, pomme dorée Et j'ai tout l'été pour courir dans les prés Pomme, pomme, pomme jolie, tapis, tapis gris Mais si c'est l'amour, je lui dirai tout bas Viens, viens, viens chez moi Viens, je t'attendais, viens, je comptais les jours Oh, c'est le printemps, c'est le printemps Et je n'ai pas encore vingt ans Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, tapis, tapis rouge Pomme, pomme, pomme d'Api, moi, je vais croquer la Pomme, pomme, pomme, et puis Quand j'aurai fini, je recommencerai Oh, c'est le printemps, oh, c'est le printemps

I don't wanna be a bus driver All my life I'm gonna pack my bags and leave this town Grab a flight Fly away on Venga Airways Fly me high Ibiza sky I look up at the sky And I see the clouds I looked down at the ground And I see the rain go down the drain Fly away on Venga Airways Fly me high Ibiza sky Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Far away from this big town And the rain It's really very nice to be Home again Fly away on Venga Airways Fly me high, Ibiza sky Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party Whoah! In the Mediterranean Sea Whoah! We're going to Ibiza

To say the least.

Oh aye, forgot the "since" bit. Moved to Hamburg, went freelance, got a fella, moved back to the UK, went full-time again. Still translating the same boring financial shit that drove me to look for online distraction like this in the first place. Oh well.

It's on in the gym sometimes, albeit with the sound off. Looks like I'm missing out on the best part of it.

Don't know exactly when I first signed up, but I'm guessing around 2002 - just long enough into my first proper job, over in sunny/scummy Mainz, to need a serious loafing intervention...

Häppy Börsday!

The Lewisham gene pool looks a lot healthier this evening.

It may have been about 15 pages ago, but now it's like two blind, wheelchair-bound kids pretending they're on Gladiators by hitting each other with fluffy pillows in the back garden. Except nowhere near as entertaining to watch as that would be.

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Aye. We still got done by Russia and they were fucking shite the other night, so the logic really doesn't hold up...