June 2010
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February 2010
1 post
Australia
Well fuck me Tublr, hello. It really has been a while, hasn’t it? I would apologise but you’re totally inanimate so talking to you would be crazy, wouldn’t it? So what’s happened? There’s a fly buzzing around that’s trying my patience and I’m totally engrossed in Robn Hobb’s first book…the lady is a master…found a shop that deals...
January 2010
7 posts
Dead Dog
Yep, the dog’s dead. Not my dog, Kieran’s dog, not my brother because his name is spelled Keiran (i before e except after c = twoddle) but Keiran Beaumont. His dog alfie died and that dog was a lot like the Boobin, it’s really struck home and made me realise how little I show el Oobin how much I love him, I’ll probably miss him more than any of my family when I go to Oz,...
Gap In The Fence
The weather’s horrendous, it’s the kind of weather where you go and get your bridge pierced rather than go to Tenby so that’s exactly what we’re gonna do, Bob’s in the shower atm, either he’s got severe shits from last night or he’s playing with himself, I’m inclined to think to latter…better cif the bath before I step into it….he’s...
Walking through Serbia...
What can I say? Bob’s here for half an hour and we’re already driving up Bryn with £50 worth of booze in the boot. It was misty, couldn’t see 5 feet in front of the car and in the midst of this zombie apocaplypse weather; we found an abandoned bus, it was mere moments before the chainsaw-wielding maniac burst out and chased us to the car…then we took a walk to the arse end...
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First Things First
Hello Tumblr. I’m writing on you now, this morning, the AM, before I start my daily activities and forget to write on you ever again. I was playing Final Fantasy VIII until about 2 o clock last night, it always reminds me of being in year 5 and the night my brother first showed me porn and told me to tell my school teacher that I wanted to be a midwife when I grow up…bastard.
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Hello Tumblrs.
Today I got tumblr. Jeff had a right go at me, claiming it’s ‘her car’ and she wouldn’t mind me driving like a nutter if it was my own, my argument was that I drive like this when she’s not in the car and always somehow manage to magically survive and if she doesn’t like it; she can take the car off me or get out and walk on the M4.
I’m eating spag. bol....
