@ 2008-06-02 – 22:46:02
Anyway, ace fun though this has been, I must away to my sepulchral crypt to sleep, perchance to dream.
Just time for a quick Morrison's chilli chicken leg and a last quench from the neck of the great god we call Birandee.
Night, men.
It's been veh real.
haha
*so is a chatroom
@ 2008-06-02 – 20:32:11
I was musing drunkenly to myself while recklessly driving recklessly in to work in a reckless manner this morning - this is all too good to be true.
Guess what?
It was.
Anyone got a job for a drug-addled, cynical, long-haired, burnt-out, murderous, ancient, drunken rock god?
I have my own guitar, various effects pedals and loud amp.
Oh, and, er, crazy stripper wife, kids, dog, cat, crippling debt, many lethal addictions, mental illness, an irresistible death wish and a (wrongly, I believe) medically-diagnosed vampiric blood-lust.
Also, I can be incredibly rude to to total strangers on trains - a bonus for your company is I am prepared to travel.
My hobbies are listening to music, writing poetry and water-colour painting. I also enjoy embalming road-kill with a view to resurrection.
References upon request.
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