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Hmm. An experiment – writing on LJ. Anyway, braindump.

I just saw another fantastic shop sign in my neighbourhood – a shop with “News and Booze” outside. This goes with the unashamed funeral parlour as an outstanding sign (pun) of the quality of the area I live in

I did stuff today. First I woke up, realising that whatever I ate the previous evening, it was not classed as “good spicy fried chicken”. A longer than normal due to broken tubes journey into work was followed by too much coffee. My normal lethargy was banished leaving my whirling dervish alter ego available to savage my boss with pleas of letting me know if I was getting a payrise and drink more coffee to feed my need.

An extended wander to a place of pies happened at lunch time, and an afternoon of actually doing work ended when my uncle Pete phoned to tell me tales of bad cabmen as an excuse as to why he wasn’t going to meet me at Waterloo – “I waited 10 minutes after when the guy came before asking when they’d be arriving, only to be told that he’d already turned up and knocked on my door – I dunno who’s door he knocked on…wasn’t mine”. Never mind, his prize possessions shall remain in my possession until a later date (never before has a notebook, a disposable camera and a Boggle set caused so much trouble, apart from starting the first world war and all – all that Arch-Duke Ferdinand crap was a cover for some serious Boogle related gambling debts and a dirty photgraph involving a giraffe and a vat of cold cream).

Off to photo school I toddled, stopping on the way to pick up more photgraphs that were meant to demonstrate movement, but mainly demonstrated that it’s dark in an underground shopping centre.

We hung around outside our classroom for a bit, me and my compatriots, wondering:

1) Why the teacher hadn’t turned up yet – she’s in the college all day teaching little people, and is always early
2) Why there was only 1/3rd of the class there

A nice man who takes the advanced class let us know that she was off sick and that we should have been told. Much joy.

Some playing with college computers and a then off home, only to discover that my bro’s phone didn’t work, and that I was yet again locked out of my house. However, I was hit with inspiration and went to the kinema to watch Bad Boys 2.

Goddamn did that film not end.

Every time you thought that they really couldn’t squeeze anything else out of the story they went and proved you wrong by shooting a lot more people and blowing even more stuff up. It was rather good (if you like lots of explosions, lots of shooting and the occasional naked corpse), and kept me twitching in my seat for 2 hours (I have this bad habit of twitching during all action movies – bracing myself for every impact or attempting to shift my body into an effective fighting position. It is unconcious and often amusing for those watching me. I only notice when I knock my drink into my lap, which happens a lot).

I also experienced the joy that is a Burger King Pepperjack Stack. 2 quid. 3 burgers. Cheese slices with red bits in. Rock. I like Pepperjack(tm) Cheese(tm).

And then I wrote stuff on LJ. hmm. I may even use it again.

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