I've started this evening dabbling with a potent mix of vodka (standard) mixed with a heap of truth-telling and things what i think about. First things first I think you need to know about the experience you're missing out on. Everything you've ever done in your life could have been improved a great deal by having the soundtrack to Muppets Treasure Island playing in the background. Trust me on this, and if you're not already, find it on youtube (or ask a travelling band of minstrels (the musical kind, not the chocolate) to play you a few of the classic tunes like 'Professional Pirate', 'Sailing for Adventure' and 'Cabin Fever'. I was listening to it only yesterday whilst doing the washing up and I had a veritable skip in my heel, it was a massively good time.
I am saddened when I realise that on my recent trip to Scotland I didn't take any music by The Proclaimers with me, they got some mad tunez. There song 'King of the Road' always reminds me of that road safety advert with the Hedgehogs that was on in the 90s.
Speaking of other decades, I was wearing my black trousers today, along with a white shirt, black tie and my nice black sweatervest, and someone goes to me 'Hey nice tank top, i had one of them....in the 80s!' then someone else started laughing.
I was reasonably burnt, but I didn't do anything. Partly because I was big enough to stand above it, and partly because I couldn't think of anything clever to say (It was before 10 in the morning).
Another thing that happened at work: one of my friends is getting married and she's having lots of bad luck in the run-up to it. Her fiancé has just broken his buttock (during some weird sex-act I beleive) and then the priest they had hired had a heart attack. I think she upset a gypsy and has been cursed.
Anyway I tried to cheer her up by engaging her in the Cage-Fight, where we just exchange pictures of Nicholas Cage until someone gives up (90 minutes later, she lost). If you're unfamiliar with Nicolas Cage, if you google him, it can be confusing what his natural form is. This is basically the closest a human artist can get.
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