Empty bars in the afternoon
By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways
 [95] Boxing DayDecember 28th, 2000 – 5:05pm Posted in  Bad Things, Thoughts 
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Always a bit of a let-down, isn’t it? Nowhere near as good as the day before, in fact in many ways it feels worse than a Monday in February. It’s just so… shite. There’s nothing on TV, nothing to look forward to except the looming return to uni, and loads of shite everywhere. And it feels, and looks, depressing. I hate it.
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[138] Cemetry Gates December 13th, 2000 – 6:30pm Posted in Good Things
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The Smiths’ only jolly song, suitable for playing at beer festivals to encourage drinkers.
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[97] Un-cool sex December 8th, 2000 – 8:37pm Posted in Bad Things, Daft, Thoughts
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Way too much hassle. I think I’m still waiting for a person to have proper sex with (y’know, the sex they go on about in films and the papers), or else people are tripping when they go on about sex all the time. It’s really not that good, kids. I know I’m not the best at sex but neither has anyone else been (grammar?). It should, by law, be great. But it just isn’t. I’m still chasing my mythical middle-aged woman who will come and give me an education in the school of lurv. It will be made like an 80s American film. I will be a wide-eyed Matthew Broderick who is good at being pulled into ladies toilets while pulling semi-scared stunned expressions, and my lady will be Carrie Fisher. Sissy Spacek will be her daughter who finds out about our illicit affair and will be appaled, having a …read more.
