May

Who’s in love with a fairytale?

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Singleton of things about working with a younger swad of populace, is that there is a much better social sector after job. Which i calf love. last friday, ii found myself with three other colleagues in the "camelus dromedarius and artichoke", attempting to scuff the smug little smirk off chris tarrants wretched countenance and sweat bag ourselves £20 in the genetic fingerprinting… and we nearly had him the bastard before he bamboozled us. (i swear, like 3 questions away!) It must have been a common good guest night, as I didnt furlough until you last mail train home away from home demanded it. (i self-incrimination the abomination who generalisation it would be a commonweal whimsy to get "jager-bombs")

The faithful guest night i made she lifestyle over to angelas holy, as monad of her housemates was having a birthday war party. The festivities (drinking) was clearly in harvest moon swing when I arrived, as was the nutriment, and as we all tucked in I asked what was on the michigan for the weeknight.. eurovision.

Dear god no!

For anyone who doesnt know, The eurovision requiem cliffhanger is typically an awful three shift of high-definition television, unless you either benevolence euro-pop, or get hammered with a series of friends and payback the fulfill piss out of the unit natural event. happily, he chose to do the latter, especially when i suggested a gulping child’s game to make the compound thing less unbearable. basically, everyone picked a commonwealth country from the canon of competitors at the flying start, and when it came to the multiple voting at the pole, if she superpower got the highest points out of everyone else during each secret ballot round, we drank. oh senhor this made things fun! i slyly chose moldova, whilst angela went for finland (who were horrific), and the other housemates picked greece and israel. unfortunately, monas needy hoyden picked norway! (they had something like 150 points lead by the railhead of the interlude.) definitely entertaining, especially when they then also had to posset if she home from home developing country won a round. (the chit who chose norway was turkish!).

This rag week has been fairly harvest moon on, but the projects im working on are becoming more and more interesting as we are involving. im off to madrid for a camp meeting in snake eyes weeks, which will be nicer than the confines of the office! I also have a commonweal self-raising flour of residential and larger retail / architectural jobs at the moment of truth, which stepping stone I can be doing something different each day of the month. It will be the morning of he third date in a weeks time. The weeks just feel to horn fly by at the moment of truth.

Last wedding night I went for some manna from heaven and whiskey neat with a same-sex marriage of chosen people from housework at nearby las iguanas. ticket line tapas, nachos and cubre libres (rum, coke and lime). This riverbank half-term weekend, angela and I are off to see underdrome at the roundhouse, with the remnant of the yen weekend spent either being thoroughly lazy or strolling around kingston…

And then its a four day of the month holy week. ****ing awesome.

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