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It took me two hours to get home from Cricklewood as my eyes had exploded overnight and I could not put my contact lenses back in, so I could not see a thing and I kept getting on the wrong train and missing stops. To make it all worse, I had to constantly pull up my jeans as I think I shrank two sizes over the weekend (lots of dancing + other physical activities + no food), not to reveal the lack of underwear. Oh, and I was dying for a crap. Luckily when I got home I found 20p as I was cleaning the drier filter, and I jumped with joy because I'll be able to buy one cigarette today.
I think I am turning into Marcus.
Monday 19 August 2002 at 1:53 am
I think I should point out that Luca was not at my place.
Monday 19 August 2002 at 7:32 am
Oh no – unless David cunningly disguised himself as a 6ft 3in Irish man. (Anyway, I did not spot any papier mâché on the bedroom walls)
Monday 19 August 2002 at 9:42 am
I thought you'd be able to use the 20p to go and have a crap at a public loo. Provided you got there before… (no, I mustn't start this thread again)