Sick as a parrot, Brian/The Moroccans are an unknown quantity.

[hirez]

There was a word we used @ Another, usually on the morning after adjourning to the pub opposite for jugs of vodka/redbull, and it was rancid.

Dear me, but I feel rancid today. I can breathe, sweat, shiver, expectorate and think, but only one at a time. I'm told I managed sweating and shivering last night, but I was periodically unconscious and running on non-EU certified patent medicine.

I don't remember the last time I felt this rubbish where beer hadn't been involved.

On the other hand, I've caught up on my asynchronous telly viewing (Several episodes of 'It's not easy being green'. I can't say I'm sure about the wisdom in buying a F-plate diesel 90, but there we are. The rest of it is fine stuff.)

There was something else, but I forget what. Probably mithering about going to Whitby and only buying clothing from the Tog24 shop.

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[jarkman.livejournal.com]

You're cold. The fleece shop was probably just right.