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Well today got off to a bad start with Sam being on the phone when i tried to call for a lift when i was en route to Digbeth coach station at a quarter-past midnight. I walked past the Dubliner up to Digbeth Cathedral in the pouring rain (which made me sick as i began to think about all the homeless people there were "out" in London the night before - it really was chucking it down) ...to check the time the last bus to anywhere was coming.
It looked like i was in luck, as i could apparently still get the 900 down the Coventry Road at 0033. Ten minutes later the last 900 turns the corner with a message just for me:
"Sorry, bus not in service"
...har-fucking-har :P
I don't mind a shitty day today, i really don't. It's always good to have something to whinge about (British male's perogative) and today was just *indicates with arms at full stretch* "SO GOOD". Perhaps Duck Soup was a little dear at £15 whatever, and Pizza Hut is scarcely "Italian" nor "restaurant" (!) but it was still a pretty bloody good day *understates* - even with all the pissing rain and INAPPROPRIATE CLOBBER HINT HINT
"Have a good day" to all my hoes, toes, pro's, bro's...
Alex
P.S. Is it just me or is Rosie And Jim practically sweating with innuendo?
http://www.rosieandjim.tv/