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Just a few short months ago, Monday nights used to be a matter of going to Sands to drink, dance and fail to pick up women.
Now, not so much.
We went there last Monday, and the place was empty, as opposed to heaving like it was a couple of montsh back. We didn't even bother going yesterday, although we were tempted. It was fun but horrendous when it was busy - last week it was quite pleasant.
So last night, Shell and I tried to go to Cheers - but they were closed. I was devastated! Due to maintenance (ie. fixing a hole in the wall). Everywhere we went was completely deserted, the weather was foul, so we went home around 12.30 after visiting the Imperial and the Cabot. Had a great time talking about drunken experiences (some of which I should document here) and past relationships, but instead of being in a group of chatting people, we only saw about 3 people we knew the whole night.
When I got home yesterday, I had been carded by ParcelFarce saying that they would deliver again today. Thank god for that, I thought, as it it would mean I wouldnt have to drive up there to collect it.
No such luck. This morning, I wander downstairs to find another card - timed at 8.15am. I was there! I was in bed (admittedly) but I didnt hear the doorbell or anyone knocking on the door. Now I have to go and collect them damn thing. And I have absolutely no idea what it is! At all! Or who it might be from.
Article of the day is How to become an obnoxious internet cam whore in five easy steps. Class :)
And reading on Ananova that Buffy star Alyson Hannigan has been practising her orgasm technique.. just gets me all quivering. In fact, just read the first part of the first sentence and forget the rest of it. It isnt as interesting as the start of the article.
And also for The IRC Bible. Work colleagues looked at me blankly as I fell about laughing and/or rammed my shirt into my mouth.
And 2 games to play: 3 Ball Pong and Spaced Penguin
Thanks to Dead Man Jones for finding those nuggets.
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