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Is how I felt as I returned sunburnt to a crisp from that gorgeous town - Newquay, earlier this week.
Beast of a time I had spending 3 nights in a tent. We got rained on two of those nights, and woke soggy and minging to gloriously huge pig sandwiches doused in tomato sauce and black pepper, obscenely strong coffee was quaffed in the futile pursuit of sobriety, before indulging in various great sun-soaked activities. Yes the weather was like a sine wave, yes I got soaked then cooked to perfection, and yes it was a top bolloxx short break. I'd be there now, if it wasn't for you meddling kids.
I haven't a bad word to say about britains surf capital. No I didn't get laid, but I was having so much fun drunk off my ass that I forgot to care (almost).
It brought up many important questions, such as what the hell am I doing living in the rainy minging north of england, working for £5.50 an hour, £4.60 an hour in my other job, when I oughtta be out there earning some decent moola, quaffing vodka doused with red bull, eating kangaroo fillet steaks (which taste remarkably like beef by the way) and resting my amazing brain on some young girls sun glazed bosoms? Going away has that effect I suppose.
I returned to the news that I had failed a crucial module at uni, meaning I graduate with a measly 'pass' degree, as opposed to a respectable honours degree. After a conversation with my year tutor, it's plain that I'll have to settle for that result. Yes it gutted me, but now it's time to join the REAL working world. And I'm surprisingly optimistic, which I hadn't expected to be. It's time to make my degree work for me.
Anyhoo, not been on here for a while, decided I was spending way too much time in this place, and while a lot of you people are seemingly inbred, a good deal of you are decent folk, so I thought I'd bore you with a few paragraphs detailing the past week or so of my life.
I quit one of my jobs this week, working like a blue assed fly trying to find employment in the IT industry. I can taste success, and anyone who has an internal monologue waffling about 'Borat you're doomed to clean bins for a living' can go take a long one off a short one.
Hey, this is life at its best folks. I've got the remainder of a 5 litre keg of the good stuff and I'm feeling pretty darn good. And that's all I have to say about it really. Life is just a ride ...
Beast of a time I had spending 3 nights in a tent. We got rained on two of those nights, and woke soggy and minging to gloriously huge pig sandwiches doused in tomato sauce and black pepper, obscenely strong coffee was quaffed in the futile pursuit of sobriety, before indulging in various great sun-soaked activities. Yes the weather was like a sine wave, yes I got soaked then cooked to perfection, and yes it was a top bolloxx short break. I'd be there now, if it wasn't for you meddling kids.
I haven't a bad word to say about britains surf capital. No I didn't get laid, but I was having so much fun drunk off my ass that I forgot to care (almost).
It brought up many important questions, such as what the hell am I doing living in the rainy minging north of england, working for £5.50 an hour, £4.60 an hour in my other job, when I oughtta be out there earning some decent moola, quaffing vodka doused with red bull, eating kangaroo fillet steaks (which taste remarkably like beef by the way) and resting my amazing brain on some young girls sun glazed bosoms? Going away has that effect I suppose.
I returned to the news that I had failed a crucial module at uni, meaning I graduate with a measly 'pass' degree, as opposed to a respectable honours degree. After a conversation with my year tutor, it's plain that I'll have to settle for that result. Yes it gutted me, but now it's time to join the REAL working world. And I'm surprisingly optimistic, which I hadn't expected to be. It's time to make my degree work for me.
Anyhoo, not been on here for a while, decided I was spending way too much time in this place, and while a lot of you people are seemingly inbred, a good deal of you are decent folk, so I thought I'd bore you with a few paragraphs detailing the past week or so of my life.
I quit one of my jobs this week, working like a blue assed fly trying to find employment in the IT industry. I can taste success, and anyone who has an internal monologue waffling about 'Borat you're doomed to clean bins for a living' can go take a long one off a short one.
Hey, this is life at its best folks. I've got the remainder of a 5 litre keg of the good stuff and I'm feeling pretty darn good. And that's all I have to say about it really. Life is just a ride ...
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Hey myst
*winks*
*winks*
Did someone say "cybersex"!?!
My brother decided he'd go live in Newquay, surf, get a better job and the such.
He gave up surfing last summer and works in a pub now :D
Maybe you saw him?
He gave up surfing last summer and works in a pub now :D
Maybe you saw him?
But the terrible ones are always the good ones though :o)
indeed.
I ought to have been waking up at the crack of dawn. [S]or nicola, charlotte or jayne.
friggin terrible joke I know
I ought to have been waking up at the crack of dawn. [S]or nicola, charlotte or jayne.
friggin terrible joke I know
Ahhh.. so a different class of women then.. not the usual clubbing female then
I wasn't in town though, it was a function room above a pub. nothing exciting really
theres cattle market clubs in every town!
I'm intrigued by this cattle market you speak of. there must be some brazen hussie much closer to home with which I can have a sweaty fumble with though.
depends what kinda club you went out to.. as to whether you pulled.. I know in Peterborough if you go to the cattle market which is liquid you will pull no matter what. However if you go tothe posh club faith you have to work to get the woman
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