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Realising there is not just one but two recovering cancer patients in the same club you are in: the most depressing experience one can ever have. -
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Conor is playing the Electric Ballroom on the 27th August. I've just bought tickets. Just to let you guys know they're still available.. -
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Last week I saw a heavily pregnant girl on the park and ride who looked exactly like me ( Read more... ) -
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This afternoon whilst beginning my walk with the dog, she decided to relieve herself on the front lawn of a house a few doors down, just a wee, normal. Except this afternoon an incredibly sour-faced woman came from around the back of the house carrying a cous-cous salad and some wine glasses and immediately screeched 'Erm, excuse me' with her best ( Read more... ) -
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I woke up at 9 this morning. Eerily silent. A sleepy glance out of the window and the world has turned into a snow flurry. This is brilliant, I tell the dog as I run downstairs, what a day I have ahead of me. A quick breakfast and a search in the garage for an alan key and I have a snowboard ready to Mess Things Up with. My village has never seen ( Read more... ) -
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There's no difference now, between spending New Year's Eve at a club where every single person seems a possible case of herpes or a party where you are the Odd One Out and only one without a kiss. Starting Two Thousand and Eight in classic Bridget Jones was not ideal but at least I had champagne and wasn't hiding in the toilets, blind sober, like ( Read more... )
