Now we're talkin', think am gettin' t'grips with this malarky. Oh aye, full steam a'ead. Thought a may as well mek this a daily chore 'cause if a stop i'll only forget 'ow t'do it. Naff all t'say t'be 'onest 'bout today though. Gorrup around 'alf twelve. Like a good boy a went t'me workshop for Poetry an' Society, can't say it wa' a complete barrel o'laughs though. An' that wa' that. What a charmed life a lead. Once a wa' 'ome a med Lady Muck some grub since she's a complete spanna' when it comes to doin' owt useful. Wi' 'er 'appy as Larry on a stomach full o' food a thought a may as well get this o'er an' done wi' before tomorra's lecture, so a can at least pretend i've done summat.
'Neway, tomorra' should be betta' overall, me sexy bum chum Marky P Baby is back in town so i'll seize the opportunity to gerra drink wi' 'im in Soar Point after me lectures an' what not. Think i'll treat Lady Muck to some drinks an' all since she's ran outta' money, bless 'er. Mind you, a really aint got much neither, b'rate though. Sod it, tharral do, ta'ra.
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Boy, you're going to carry that weight a long time.
(Tis a Beatles lyric, I haven't finally cracked due to tea withdrawl...)
mate i've already worked out who you are like ages ago!!
same for lil Lady Muck as you call her.
anyway, nah i aint got a gf it didnt work out, she's more of a friend than a gf.
so there.
no gossip for your ears. (Y)
x
I don't understand a word you Northern mardy bastards say! x
Worra bobby dazzler of a blog!
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