Tuesday, 6 March 2007

Last call

“Last call, James!”
“Buy me a pint.”


I’m getting on a plane tonight straight after work, heading on over to Blighty. It’s going to be cold. And damp. And there’s nowt but potatoes to eat.

Bollocks.

Ont bright side, I’ll be back in a week, and there’s DVDs of The Pretender, Remington Steele, Firefly, Gatchaman and of course Doctor Who to watch, not to mention the new series of Life On Mars and Hotel Babylon. And I might get to see Outlaw and a FCUM match. Praps things aren’t too bad then, eh.

Naw. Still not int travelling spirit. I hate having to get on the bloody things fer thirteen hours. Even if I do sleep the entire trip. I just resent having to do it. It’s a drag.

Looks like I need cheering up, then. Cue me LiveJournal picspam! Woo-hoo!

“Shut the door, Alec, there’s a draught.”

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4 comments:

weenie said...

Gatchaman...ah - Battle of the Planets! :-) I was in love with Jason when I was younger...

Anonymous said...

Who wasn't? Aaahhh, those were the days....

:)

Except he's called Ken in the original. Much more leader-y and not so noncy, too.

:)

SD

FOUR DINNERS said...

'ave a brilliant time over here. Ignore the weather just get drunk and everything seems fine

Anonymous said...

I like the way you think!

SD