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"Smell my cheese"

I'm off, children!

Yup. I'm going away, and I'm never coming back, until monday or tuesday. I'm going to Venice! Yes indeed, Venice!

Are you going to Venice?

Do you know anyone going to Venice?

Of course you do! Me!

So no more poncy poetry, no more odd stories, and for the moment no more Amneshire! Like you know what that is anyway! Hehe!

To be honest, I haven't a clue how you'll cope. The last time I left for more than a few days, people started to worry.

Admittedly, that was about two years ago, but hey. My modem blew up in my face. Never mind.

Where was I?

Pembrokeshire! But not for long, because soon, I'm off to...

VENICE!

I shall ride a gondala and take photos of stuff. Maybe I'll draw things. I need to practise drawing, because I suck at it.

And when I get back, I may just upload loads of photos of my wonderful time away from my computer!

Fantastic.

So. In an attempt to turn this into a remotely interesting topic, wahay, lets have a competition.

The winner of course, shall recieve sod all. But hey.

Here we go:

Who's going to Venice today?

Answer on Tuesday.

If you can, come to Oakwood Themepark during August. I'll give you a free burger.

Ironically, my holiday this year will be in Wales. (I had no say in it, unfortunately)

So, Sometime in August I'll be spending a week in Wales. I'll be taking my snorkel and mask with me, so I can safely talk to the locals. I'll also have to take care not to wear anything white or fluffy.

We're going to some Haven holiday camp, apparently. I'm sure it'll be great...


On the bright side, I'm off to Croyde tommorrow to go bodyboarding. Wahey!

My name is pure.

Gaz

take away the 'z' put in a 'y'

sing that like a song

Yes Gaz.

MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Now we're down to just one smug Welshman. Hmm, looks like Stryke will
> have to work overtime to make up for Grix's absense

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I refuse to write poncy poetry or write stories about cat ho's.

But I will be smug. Unbearably so, in fact. Because I'm a genius.

Planes are fun when your young because you have room to breath... not now... it's all deep vein thromboses.

Yup, shall try. Bet that big X isn't there though. Shame.

Ta Roseygirl. See, it's alright IB, you can pull your pants up now.

We have a gay Italian teacher with us, or maybe he isn't gay, but anywho he can speak it fluently, so we're gonna try and make him barter with the pole people.

I'm also going to look out for Titty Bridge. Apparently, there is a bridge famous for topless women walking over it. But this is from Dafydd. Dafydd says a lot of things. He isn't to be trusted. Maybe.

Either way I'm going in a sodding plane and I'm going to puke. And my other friend is crappy scared of them, so he'll be fetalling all the way over and back. Ouch.

Go look for the church in Indiana Jones