Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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Just a quick note to let you know I’ve finally got round to finishing off this new site. (See: I escaped from Lo for two hours.) I can edit it from anywhere on the entire planet now, which will come in handy next time I jet off to Honalulu for the weekend. Over the next few weeks (at work) I’ll get round to adding all the old stuff from my site and then getting my pictures up.
Yesterday, I returned from a jaunt to the Isle of Man avec Lois to celebrate/commiserate our very first and only “going out” anniversary. Yes, it’s been one full Earth year since I saw her in the Cellar Bar, lost my temper when I found she was going out with Wiggy and decided I really was destined to be alone for ever and ever. That I ended up going on a date with her the Friday after is moot. How did we choose to mark the occasion? Paris was proposed but I feared a proposition would be expected in such a situation, so the cold climate of the Isle of Man seemed a much safer option. I am also fairly certain I laughed at least 46% more than I would have done had I spent four nights in the capital of romance, because a) of the constant picture of the Manx …read more.
In summary, 2005 took me one year closer to death. But along the way, I: Moved to Manchester. It’s been a good year. I spent most of it getting to know Lois, to the point where I have now met four generations of Quinn women and discovered they are most likely clones at different stages of maturity. Leaving Nightingale Close was a good move, in hindsight, as a rot had started to set in; if I hadn’t have left Blackburn then, I’d probably have woken up at 35 to find myself still treading the same paths in the coastal town they forgot to knock down. Lark and Eiren have really come on this past year; Lark is acting older now, and for the first time I can relate to Eiren in …read more. |
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