| Give me Wensleydale or give me death |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|03:55 am] |
Sometimes the little things in life can make you happy.
Returning home from my one remaining late shift, I just opened the fridge to find - thanks to a visit to a deli earlier today - five types of olives and eight types of cheese waiting for me.
This, in my sense of values, is as close to paradise on earth as you can reasonably get. It lacked only a similarly diverse selection of mushrooms to make me suspect I'd actually died and gone to Heaven. |
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| Saturday night is party night |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|07:19 pm] |
There's times I feel old and decrepit and miss the days when I was younger... and there's times I don't.
Last night was one of the latter times.
Driving home at about 3am I saw a car with its hazards flashing away merrily, pulled up by the side of the road near Chiswick Bridge. On the grass verge next to it stood a girl in a strapless black party frock, supported by one arm against a lamp-post, doubled over, vomiting miserably.
Oh, it's good to be old sometimes. |
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