Saturday 7 February 2009
hummm.../ to bed early this last night as was feeling sous the weather (the ears again)/ v- decided to present himself to invite me upstairs and, constructing a twat of himself secured in me the opinion our friendship is at a close/ slept in till 1130, called in sick at work and've sat around listening to records: herbie hancock, headhunters; sly and the family stone, stand; van morrison astral weeks; and reading a series of memorable interviews published by the guardian newspaper/ 'tis pleasant tho' feel i like shite/ the alba is at the stores and upon her return i shall cook/ et c'est ca...
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