today i am mostly learning how to use Word

i say learning. i mean wasting time. cos i know how, but am ploughing through elearning lessons of things i know anyhoo.

meine eyes hurt! quick quick! the ambulance!

yesterday i did spy tim wheeler of pop music's ash using the tube.

a man tried to sell us (me, clare and isabelle) manga portraits of selves, but they were crap.

i also saw some comedy, in a scary 'locals' comedy night where the compere knew everyone.

christian the singy boy is still ace.

rhys the new zealander makes bizarre noises, strokes horses and is very funny (despite his dislike of my top)

i foolishly declare my love of crystal palace to irish patrick, but am able to back it up by naming an player. i did not get to use my useful fact cos he later disappeared. i shall write it here instead:
YOU MAY DISS ANDY JOHNSON, BUT HIS GOALSCORING RECORD THIS SEASON IS BEATEN ONLY BY THIERRY HENRI!

*AHEM*

there is another act, but it is highly dubious, and i can't work out whether tis comedic character or just the guy himself, which disturbs me.

isabelle wins comedy pop idol, while wearing a paper crown and doing monkey impressions. also knows dubious facts about sex. (dude! the younegst mother cannot be 4?>!!!!!)

i accidentally drink stout, and deliberatly drink cider and champagne.

eeeeeexcellent......

( i'll tell you what though - the porterhouse does good pies)

today i am mostly learning how to use Word

i say learning. i mean wasting time. cos i know how, but am ploughing through elearning lessons of things i know anyhoo.

meine eyes hurt! quick quick! the ambulance!

yesterday i did spy tim wheeler of pop music's ash using the tube.

a man tried to sell us (me, clare and isabelle) manga portraits of selves, but they were crap.

i also saw some comedy, in a scary 'locals' comedy night where the compere knew everyone.

christian the singy boy is still ace.

rhys the new zealander makes bizarre noises, strokes horses and is very funny (despite his dislike of my top)

i foolishly declare my love of crystal palace to irish patrick, but am able to back it up by naming an player. i did not get to use my useful fact cos he later disappeared. i shall write it here instead:
YOU MAY DISS ANDY JOHNSON, BUT HIS GOALSCORING RECORD THIS SEASON IS BEATEN ONLY BY THIERRY HENRI!

*AHEM*

there is another act, but it is highly dubious, and i can't work out whether tis comedic character or just the guy himself, which disturbs me.

isabelle wins comedy pop idol, while wearing a paper crown and doing monkey impressions. also knows dubious facts about sex. (dude! the younegst mother cannot be 4?>!!!!!)

i accidentally drink stout, and deliberatly drink cider and champagne.

eeeeeexcellent......

( i'll tell you what though - the porterhouse does good pies)

there is such a thing as too much information.....

usual suspect gone home sick - bowel troubles i DO NOT WISH TO KNOW ABOUT!!!! my poor mental head has enough troubles sitting on the same chair he uses to start with......

i saw an old man on the street yesterday or the day before (it doesn't really matter) and he was wearing gloves, even though it wasn't too cold.

'awww bless', thought i, at the old man and his shopping.

then i noticed they were latex gloves, and immediately, the sweet old man became an efil ex-nazi regime torturer/war criminal spending his days in this country as an efil dentist torturing more innocents with HIS LATEX GLOVES.

today, thinking about it, i am convinced this is my mental germ-freak future.

perception there.

eeek.

in today's good news, a luffly sweet patient who will no longer be seen here but elsewhere, has given me bottle of wine! awwwwwww

*grins*

there is such a thing as too much information.....

usual suspect gone home sick - bowel troubles i DO NOT WISH TO KNOW ABOUT!!!! my poor mental head has enough troubles sitting on the same chair he uses to start with......

i saw an old man on the street yesterday or the day before (it doesn't really matter) and he was wearing gloves, even though it wasn't too cold.

'awww bless', thought i, at the old man and his shopping.

then i noticed they were latex gloves, and immediately, the sweet old man became an efil ex-nazi regime torturer/war criminal spending his days in this country as an efil dentist torturing more innocents with HIS LATEX GLOVES.

today, thinking about it, i am convinced this is my mental germ-freak future.

perception there.

eeek.

in today's good news, a luffly sweet patient who will no longer be seen here but elsewhere, has given me bottle of wine! awwwwwww

*grins*