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Mental head
Like I just telt Mackem on MSN, it’s probably about time I did what they’re paying me for, but I really don’t feel like it. Last night was FAB night, which I wasn’t going to go to, but seeing as they had Xmas Happy Hour yesterday instead of tomorrow, with C’s boss making Feuerzangenbowle, a German thing involving mulled wine, plenty of good strong rum, a sugar cone and Burning. Oh yes. Burning. The result was a desire to go out after all.
Turned out it was just B night, as there was no restaurant booked. B-Bar was attended, with much quaffing of Erdinger from proper funny glasses, then ordinary pint glasses. This was despite some barman in some other poncy pub (All Bar One, I think), telling me that if you pour it into a normal glass, the head goes mental. This was while he made me wait while they found and washed some proper glasses. Anyway the beer seems to cope perfectly well without its poncy glass.
I think if it wasn’t for the fact that there is a restaurant booked on FAB nights, we’d never actually get food, like last night.
Anyway, after B-Bar, we went to Fez, where it appeared to be Salsa night, which was good. I danced with Hansruedi and C, but I don’t recall who I danced with first. At some point, C had a strop at me (neither of us remember why) and went home early via Gardy’s to get burgers. I tried to go after him, but the bouncers wouldn’t let me out, probably because I was clutching a bottle of cerveza con lime. There was a lad who wasn’t allowed back in, but all his stuff was inside. He was shivering to death. He was still there when we left. That reminds me, I owe someone some money for the taxi.
When I got home, C was eating a burger, and I tried to greed some off him, but he’d got me one as well, bless him, so I scoffed that. Just what I needed.
This morning was grim. C’s got the day off today, but I had to come in. Didn’t get in till after 10, lazy fecker that I am, and, can you believe there’s no sugar in the kitchen! My sugary tea is unsugary as a result, and ergo not as beneficial. The one good thing is that the big O is on holiday now, so I can get away with doing feck all for a while. I really do need to wake up, though.
Heh – an appropriate song on LaunchCast: Coming Back to Life by Pinkus Floydus.
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Ang at Thursday 22nd December, 2005 @ 11.45am GMT Europe/London
The meeting room kitchen has plenty of suger
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Ang at Thursday 22nd December, 2005 @ 11.49am GMT Europe/London
…and also sugar!
There was F…you forgot about the breakfast butty with the soda farl completely lacking in cohesive properties.
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Pandammonium at Thursday 22nd December, 2005 @ 2.05pm GMT Europe/London
So there was, yes. I remember picking bits of soda farl off the plate.
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