Friday, August 27, 2004
Past the crossroads
Hmm. Reading back... "eureka, by jove, I have it"??
Good lord. who writes stuff like that anyhow. I must be studying too hard.
*****
So the axe of fate has swung and left, and nothing's changed for me. I'm a little disappointed, but yet surprisingly not. Perhaps there's something comforting about losing a fair contest, something in knowing that justice does, sometimes prevail.
*****
The English are P(l)ants
I have come to the conclusion that English people must be plants. I can't for the life of me imagine what other species of wildlife would deign to stay on a landmass that's quite conceivably wetter than the ocean bed after a full night's incontinence.
It also explains why they drink beer like water - it's because they absorb water from theirroots feet. Yesh, that's it. They only look and sound human...
This has to have been the rubbishiest summer ever. Typically, I'm not working through it. Damn!
*****
Note to self : do not drink American Bull before bedtime ever again.
Note to world : bloody English weather - perfect at last, on the day I start a chain of locums. Frown.
Good lord. who writes stuff like that anyhow. I must be studying too hard.
*****
So the axe of fate has swung and left, and nothing's changed for me. I'm a little disappointed, but yet surprisingly not. Perhaps there's something comforting about losing a fair contest, something in knowing that justice does, sometimes prevail.
*****
The English are P(l)ants
I have come to the conclusion that English people must be plants. I can't for the life of me imagine what other species of wildlife would deign to stay on a landmass that's quite conceivably wetter than the ocean bed after a full night's incontinence.
It also explains why they drink beer like water - it's because they absorb water from their
This has to have been the rubbishiest summer ever. Typically, I'm not working through it. Damn!
*****
Note to self : do not drink American Bull before bedtime ever again.
Note to world : bloody English weather - perfect at last, on the day I start a chain of locums. Frown.
