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May I take praise of introducing MFR to lith? Bear PMd me congratulating me for mentioning it aagggees ago. I have the, ahem, joy of it still being my local station.
As for my gym pic- I wouldnt worry about the leering. Its a god-awful photo. (here.) I look like a toothpaste tube with bad hair. But I am famous anyway.
As for the coaches night out, ariadne; oh dear fucking lord.
I hadnt eaten chicken for 8 years, but thought if i was getting an all-you-can-eat chinese, I may as well make the most of it. We also got all-you-can-drink wine, and every time we'd taken one gulp from our glass, a waiter would pop up from nowhere to refill. This meant that I had no idea how much Id drunk. So i got out of jimmy chungs absolutely minced, and apparently called up my man to say we'd stopped walking, and 2 minutes later called him again to tell him we'd started walking again. We went to the Corrie Gars so some funny named pub, and i'd been in there for 2 hours before my mum called me, and i told her we were in the heathmount hotel. I thought we'd been somewhere else all that time.
So anyway, about 10 of us sitting round on couches and we have a big discussion of which of the gymnastic-boys are gay, and then have a big sexuality discussion which is just bizzare (as in, coach-gymnast relationships are pretty much like teacher-pupil ones) and then a big chat about whether I will end up with a guy or a girl, and then a big sex-anecdote-telling-session. It was quite bizzare. We went round to the head-coaches for another glass of wine, and found his babysitter absolutely bladdered.
I genuinely didnt realise i'd drunk much til i walked out of the chinese. But it'd been a nice mix of schnapps, wine, vodka, zambuka, morgans, girly drinks, and suchlike. I had to coach 3 year olds at 9 am on saturday and it was not pleasant! Then I had work til half 5, and i slept all last night from 7pm til lunchtime today.
So yes. Coaches nights out are scary. |
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