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And another week gone so soon.
I switched to gyming in the evening after the bus-vomit-trousers incident. I didn’t want to risk being that full of energy that early in the morning again this week. I wish things weren’t so hectic at the moment. Then I could stay for longer than an hour at a time, but at least I’m back there again, after several weeks of absence.
So, what’s happened in the interim. Hmmm… well, there was the Canon Christmas Party at Bar Blanca - the same place as last year. Lots of bizarre unidentified drinks, including one that looked like the cold top of a latte, but tasted of cinnamon and apple. Another one spontaneously poured itself all over my lap. Honestly. It was just sitting there one minute, and was all over me the next.
They have very uneven tables there.
I don’t know what was in it, but when I woke up and looked at the jeans on Thursday next monrning, it looked like I’d run a cross country with a pack of marines.
Trawling the links tonight, I see that Chris of the Brennan has yet to update the world on his trip to Washington. I shall therefore take custody of his story about the man on the metro:
Man: ‘So where do you come from?’
Chris: ‘England.’
Man: ‘Aah, right. Well you can answer me a question I’ve always wondered. Are Italy and Germany actually the same country?’
Chris: ‘No.’
Man: ‘Oh. How did you get here?’
Chris: ‘We flew.’
Man: ‘Oh, right. Was that on an American airline, or do you have European airlines, too?’
That’s Washington, America, not Washington, Tyne and Wear, of course. And these are the people who elected the most powerful man in the world.
I can see how it happened now.
Ho-hum.
Pub this evening with David, who had popped in to pick up the Cube he’d bought. That makes it twice in the space of four weeks we’ve seen each other, which in the nine years we’ve known each other is unheard of. The average interval is usually at least a year between each meet.
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