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| oooh, shit. Had a band practice, and then went to the pub with an old friend for a pint. Which turned into six. So, completely logically, we decided to go to London and see a band. But we got distracted on the way, and ended up eating green curry in a noodle restaurant with sarky (but very pretty) staff. And then we ended up in a trendy pub where all the men were wearing horizontal striped t-shirts and had spiked up hair. And kept cheering when the Kaiser Chiefs came on the speakers. So we had some more pints. And now I appear to be at home, with the remains of a kebab and another curry. I think I may be a little pissed. I am ashamed, because now I have no money and my knees smell of booze. |
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