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*yawn* Pumpkin! And evil swede.

I am far too tired to be chirpy.
Which is a shame, because I like to blog chirpily. I am however a tad chirpish, which will have to do.
I have done almost nothing today and am still exhausted.
Literally all that’s going through my mind is “pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin, d’aw look at the guinea pig eat an orange, pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin”
Why pumpkin?
Because there’s one left over from Halloween and I really don’t like it.
It’s like a fruit so large they decided it could only be meant for evil.
Still, I’m going to watch top gear, and play Beatles Rock Band, and then sleep until tomorrow.
Tomorrow is when the stuff I have to do must be done.
I do not like tomorrow.
I also have to send off several CVs.
I’m sure you don’t need to know, or want to know all that but there’s a chance I might not avoid it if I’ve written on the online-ternet*.
ALMOST FORGOT!
I had a dream last night.
I was in the Globe (only it didn’t look like the Globe, it looked more like the Silver Spoon cafe but with a bar and tourists) waiting to meet Leask, Rach and people. I was in a suit, drinking Southern Comfort, and I realised I’d left my netbook plugged in at a table which now had three tourists sitting at. So I go over to them, and being the friendly, approachable, slightly odd chap I am, they invited me to sit with them and we chatted. I found out one was German, one was Indian, and the other Swedish. They’d come to England in their white transit van and they asked me if I knew a better pub for them to go to. So I said “THE LATTICE HOUSE 😀 I’m going there now, it’s brilliant. Well, it’s not brilliant but it’s fairly alright. And it’s not as bad as here.” and so we went in there van, around the one way system (not the correct route, but my subconscious lacks adequate road mapping) and got to the lattice. THEN! I realised that I hadn’t got my netbook with me! I MUST HAVE LEFT IT BEHIND! HORROR!
I tell the tourists I must have left it, and off I set. When one of them, (I believe the Swedish guy) said “No, No, No, come with me” and took me to the bathroom (At this point I was prepared for some sort of fisticuffs, Minder style. I was also wondering why the pub looked exactly the same as the previous one, only without screaming kids in the background), where he pointed at the brushed stainless steel urinal, then pulled it away from the wall, to reveal my netbook! Attached to the wall and showing a picture of me smiling on the screen. Just as I suspected, the tourists had hidden it as a touristy prank. As tourists do. I imagine. Subcounsciously.
So, I believe the moral to that dream was that I should be more careful when out drinking. Or that I’m xenophobic.
*I’m not sure if that has ever been said before, but by darn it felt good. Maybe it should be On-line-ternet. I’m not sure.

I am far too tired to be chirpy.

Which is a shame, because I like to blog chirpily. I am however a tad chirpish, which will have to do.

I have done almost nothing today and am still exhausted.

Literally all that’s going through my mind is “pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin, d’aw look at the guinea pig eat an orange, pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin”

Why pumpkin?
Because there’s one left over from Halloween and I really don’t like it.

It’s the only fruit so large they decided it could only be meant for evil.

Is it a fruit, or a vegetable?
I assume fruit. Purely because it’s not green.

Still, I’m going to watch top gear, and play Beatles Rock Band, and then sleep until tomorrow.
Tomorrow is when the stuff I have to do must be done.

I do not like tomorrow.

I also have to send off several CVs.

I’m sure you don’t need to know, or want to know all that but there’s a chance I might not avoid it if I’ve written on the online-ternet*.

ALMOST FORGOT!

I had a dream last night.

I was in the Globe (only it didn’t look like the Globe, it looked more like the Silver Spoon cafe but with a bar and tourists) waiting to meet Leask, Rach and people. I was in a suit, drinking Southern Comfort, and I realised I’d left my netbook plugged in at a table which now had three tourists sitting at. So I go over to them, and being the friendly, approachable, slightly odd chap I am, they invited me to sit with them and we chatted.

I found out one was German, one was Indian, and the other Swedish. They’d come to England in their white transit van and they asked me if I knew a better pub for them to go to. So I said “THE LATTICE HOUSE 😀 I’m going there now, it’s brilliant. Well, it’s not brilliant but it’s fairly alright. And it’s not as bad as here.” and so we went in their van, around the one way system (not the correct route, but my subconscious lacks adequate road mapping) and got to the lattice.

THEN! I realised that I hadn’t got my netbook with me!

I MUST HAVE LEFT IT BEHIND! HORROR!

I tell the tourists I must have left it, and off I set. When one of them, (I believe the Swedish guy) said “No, No, No, come with me” and took me to the bathroom (At this point I was prepared for some sort of fisticuffs, Minder style. I was also wondering why the pub looked exactly the same as the previous one, only without screaming kids in the background), where he pointed at the brushed stainless steel urinal, then pulled it away from the wall, to reveal my netbook! Attached to the wall and showing a picture of me smiling on the screen. Just as I suspected, the tourists had hidden it as a touristy prank. As tourists do. I imagine. Subcounsciously.

So, I believe the moral to that dream was that I should be more careful when out drinking. Or that I’m xenophobic.

This has ended up over 1,000 words. Only a rambling idiot with a netbook could be exhausted and ready for bed, and still end up typing that much.
So I shall say Nighty Night to you, loyal reader.

“Nighty Night”.
There, the deed is done.

Deal Or No Deal machine. As in the Lattice. But not in my dream. It's only here because I hate not having pictures. Plus it blinks happily. Like a troll having a seizure.

Deal Or No Deal machine. As in the Lattice. But not in my dream. It's only here because I hate not having pictures. Plus it blinks happily. Like a troll having a seizure.

*I’m not sure if that has ever been said before, but by darn it felt good. Maybe it should be On-line-ternet. I’m not sure. I’ll ask Tim Berners-Lee next time I’m at the “We’re all called Tim!” convention.

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