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071108

oh so times have changed. summer caught an early train and autumn made just a token visit leaving us with winter. so, a summary since my last post:
ibiza was the holiday of a lifetime, with lads aplenty and sun/sea even the beach boys would envy, before back we came to gigs i can't even remember!
so along came mr.bank and demanded i work for money, so just one month behind bars and serving pints followed before being investigated by the fbi before they gave me benefits. (this is not recommended, unless like you me you need lots of medical prescriptions for lungs and nose for free instead of £7.01 a pop!) and still only £100 the better.
then after a few lonely appearances at the office the cold mistress of winter really did descend on everyone, with lucky breaking free and literally destroying two walls of the office and taking homebase for the ride, while mousey and your favourite dog were like abandoned pups tied to a lampost in the rain like on the adverts.
what with the absence of politics, maths, ecowarrior, goth, morrisey, we must alll embrace the obamazing result! and of course your favourite dog always has a mouse and the christmas spirit (which owes me big time with this years weather) hopefully bringing everyone home and to their senses.

what next for your canine hero? answers on a postcard in 4 frame cartoon to the usual adress. winner gets christmas biscuits, which are seriously the best you will ever taste this side of the us election.
and our weekly survey; are you glad to see the blog back? comment yes or no and results will be shown in a pie chart next post.

listen to death cab for cutie, you'll love them.
xx

Currently listening :
You Can Play These Songs with Chords
By Death Cab for Cutie
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so being a full eighteen days since my last post and 48 hours before the plane for lads island leaves i thought i don't know how to finish this sentence so whatever.

oh and what a lot you can fit into the number of days equal to my years! nothing short of the geldof family party (not really) and a trip to the seasad town so far east hope has forgotten it's there, followed later in the week by my succumbing to the yankee dollar and training to work not for the man but serving him canapes.
then of course it was the cold red box 93 feet east of wherever and the stables before partying back east for a festival for girls and an early night.

and suddenly it was the weekend where friday (or saturday) was spent with smarr, bell, flan, spam and darling and the longest i have ever waited for a 53 in my entire life bar once or twice. and then snap and i was back in the den with kangaroo smashing out some new ones before being joined by office and darling, after which i scarpered quick before betting away all my posessions in poker.

so quick as a flash in memory land came the rehearsal sandwich with soho gig party filling with a bill of £0.
this of course all interspersed with sunbathing, useless showers and hours upon hours of public transport, where underground it is hot enough to make your favourite dogs eyelids sticky.
blog will return possibly in ibeetha if internet exists out there.
i bet i;'ve forgottn somrhting.
smashing. x




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so with another hop, skip and train journey i was in sunny bournemouth, where it was straight down to the beach for beer and barbecue (bbbbq) before (not quite) sixty million drinks at (not nearly) sixty million postcards, followed the next day by hasty shopping, milkshakes and another dip in the ocean, which this time offered me a rock sharper than a knife on the bottom of my foot, an affliction still to this day turning my foot side on to avoid stinging. so of course it was back to nearby 60,000,000 and before i knew it the countryside was whizzing past and mousey appeared on the platform with the best ice cold fruit drink this side of anywhere. then just like that koko (not cocoa) was before me and another few seconds brought us to a sinfully empty club and a treat of prompt buses.

but there was no time to rest as drama called and fastforward to dulwich where the rest of the blood relatives were. but 4 glasses of pimms later and i was on a train to wherever and adlibbing my way to victory at worstival in what should have stayed as a wacky idea with the genius responsible being laughed out of the boardroom. those poor zebras.

so with our fair share of dog and mouse lazy bones time, we were before the money men, in between which i set out to make a few bucks of my own, and the evening bringing the most awkward bouncer in history and cans (?!!) of water.

snap and i was awake, saturday morning and no change but becoming legal and no longer living in the shroud of lies before the eyes of those on the other side of bars. one birthday, drama performance, cake, and lots of presents later and me, mousey, lucky, emcee, business, footballer, labour, morrisey, jb, brazil, model, grrr, blind horse and the rest were at the hobgoblin where i rode the wave of lots of alcohol to a hangover free sunday, doing nothing in particular with my favourite little mouse.

loving: cameras and the agony of never being happy enough with an idea for 'design your own cover'.
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