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My laptop seems to have died so I guess I have a day of frantic research to quickly replace it.
 
Good port is nice but not something I really crave. As a kid growing up the neighbouring house belonged to a local church, we had a lovely vicar called Angus for years but when he left we got a few trainees. One was a very high army top brass who'd basically been shadowed by Kate Aide in the 1st Iraq war but then felt a bit bad about murdering civilians so turned to serving God instead. My parents had them over for dinner one night, which was odd because they were totally different to us, and he bought a very fine port in an ornate crystal decanter that was something to do with his service, so port always reminds me of that strange evening where we pretended to be posh.
 
God bless Angus though, he left a bunch of keys in the outhouse door when they moved out which I found one morning and so for a while I had an empty house for fingering in.
 


My cousin just sent me this photo of her wedding. Spot the 16 year old homo in denial.


Is that you to the right of the bride in the blancmange dress. You make a beautiful bridesmaid.
 
They are MARVELLOUS!

Also I don't recall you being so TALL, have you shrunk or are all your family just short?

I'm only a smidge over 6ft. And I don't think I topped out until 19 or 20. My family are all short. Except for one nephew who has now had the audacity to overtake me, the bastard.
 
I got through my fucking shitballs day, had a nice yakiniku party in my house with a friend, did the washing up and now I’m losing my mind listening to 90s dance hit mega mixes on YouTube :disco: to infinity
 
I got through my fucking shitballs day, had a nice yakiniku party in my house with a friend, did the washing up and now I’m losing my mind listening to 90s dance hit mega mixes on YouTube :disco: to infinity
Did you wash up to Hikaru Utada?

I have spent the day building a flat pack wardrobe. Successfully I might add. Now to catch up on the word game. I dread to think what's going on. Has Lucille drowned in taramasalata yet?
 
Did you wash up to Hikaru Utada?

I have spent the day building a flat pack wardrobe. Successfully I might add. Now to catch up on the word game. I dread to think what's going on. Has Lucille drowned in taramasalata yet?

Alas not, it was a cacophonous mess of 90s dance like La Bouche.

I thought about trying the word game but I thought it would be like another of these Moopy games that goes at 1000mph that I’d have no hope of keeping up with in real time, and no doubt won by a post whore with some alliance ANYWAY!
 
I'm trying to work out what was happening belt wise in that ensemble.
 
Dragged my buns to Tesco thinking a little trip out would be nice. Most of the shelves were empty, it was like Loaves and Fishes in Handmaid's Tale.
 

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