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[markno1]

This morning I woke up, looked at my clock, saw 0905 and went "noooo

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[anonymous]

heh i was drinking with christina in edinburgh last night, got the late train back thru to glas last night, work today at 9. well made it! but still, that hurling feeling on the train last night, euch :s

pull your socks up boyo! *boys*

[markno1]

Lynsey read me your messages- sounds like you were in about as good condition as me!

[crapskanker]

oh gees i cant even remember what i said, except speaking to her when i was on the train back to glasgow, and really really wanting to hurl.

TRAINS GO TOO FAST!

heh, i heard you were social ising with work/uni people. wheres the real mark? :p

[markno1]

Yup, & I'm currently sitting here with another yukky hangover. No need for fast trains at this end: my bedroom was moving all on its own last night :D

[thamantha]

HOw did Richards leaving do go? Was everyone suitably inebriated?

[markno1]

Absolutely fantastic! I had monkfish something or other, and the beer was flowing in a never-ending stream from 5.30 right up to 3. I joined in the drinks kitty, but everyone again took pity on the poor student and insisted that I didn't pay for the meal.

I very nearly didn't get into the club (some rubbishy place in Royal Exchange Square, not mas). At that point I texted my flat landline by mistake, and some speech generation device called poor Lynsey at 2 in the morning to say (in an artificially English accent) "By the way I didn't get into some pure shite club. This sucks baws!". Brilliant.

Anyway they took pity on me, realising perhaps that because I was in a suit and that I hadn't gone away that I did mean business, so I got in fine and the night proceeded as planned. Yesterday was a living hell, though, so it was lucky that I managed to do pretend work all day...

Thanks for the chat on Tue- twas a nice evening altogether.