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aww, look at the baby!
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thoughts are my upper wisdom teeth are coming in.
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Hearts.
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GMG: Being dragged out of the house on a Bank Holiday for a meeting in a strange city HOURS away on a couple of trains AND a rail replacement service bus, then the meeting being cancelled for a weak reason which is, simply, not acceptable. Now drinking in Southampton alone. Anyone nearby?
Fuck it, I might just go back to London.
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The monies...
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Damn.
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It would have been beautifully messy.
Instead I just got horribly drunk and don't really remember how I got the many, many miles home. Eeexcellent. In fact, I should really out this in TTAA.
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Now *I* wish I was in Southampton. To make sure you got home alright, naturally.
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GMG: Being drunk dialled.
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aww, look at the baby!
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details.
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So, I'm in my room, watching TV and drifting into a rather comfortable sleepy state after a rather long and trying day when I hear my phone go off (Mario Bros theme-song =D). Nobody rings me late at night unless it's a some sort of poignant emergency. Given that Natalie was away and I have several unwell family members, the dreamy state was singed off pretty quickly as I made a mad dash for my phone. I don't recognise the number on the phone but it wasn't hidden, so I answer it and who should it be but Natalie's friend Lazarus. The only thing that Lazarus had to tell me was that he was pretty fucking drunk (which took no less than TEN MINUTES to find out,
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