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Those ****ING cats of mine...cos, y'know, 1 in the morning is an EXCELLENT time to play wall of death in my bedroom...I'm supposed to be doing the opening night of a play tonight. Will anyone notice if I just have a nap in the wings d'you think?
On the plus side, I bought my ticket to Glastonbury yesterday! Anyone else here going?
On the plus side, I bought my ticket to Glastonbury yesterday! Anyone else here going?
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V2003 for me.
> gerrid wrote:
> The solution:
> Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a
> creature of the night.
Someones been reading Ian McEwan...
> The solution:
> Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a
> creature of the night.
Someones been reading Ian McEwan...
The sagacious one wrote:
> gerrid, it's not THAT sort of party.
I thought you were going to Thailand.
> gerrid, it's not THAT sort of party.
I thought you were going to Thailand.
I'm going, largely because I was strong-armed into it by my girlfriend, but now I'm quite excited, even though spending 3 days in a field with a load of bums and only a hole to in isn't exactly my idea of a great time. I like Radiohead, but I don't really rate any of the other bands that are going.
gerrid wrote:
> The solution:
> Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a
> creature of the night.
gerrid, it's not THAT sort of party.
> The solution:
> Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a
> creature of the night.
gerrid, it's not THAT sort of party.
The solution:
Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a creature of the night.
Climb inside your cat's skin, and trounce around like you're a creature of the night.
The Full Moon Party I'm going to will have 10,000 revellers, no hippies, Thai DJs, top DJs and plenty of sand on which to, bana bana bana ba ba bawow! on.
Sorry about the cats.
I am now officially going to Glastonbury, but am appaled at how much it cost to buy online. Firstly, I'm pretty sure the official Glasto website said the tickets would be £105, but I ended up being charged £109 for the ticket, plus £4 handling fee and £3.65 fee! £4 for a handling fee - what, as in picking it up and putting it in an envelope? Obscene.
Still, looking forward to it, much fun can be gleaned from sitting in a field with hippies.
I am now officially going to Glastonbury, but am appaled at how much it cost to buy online. Firstly, I'm pretty sure the official Glasto website said the tickets would be £105, but I ended up being charged £109 for the ticket, plus £4 handling fee and £3.65 fee! £4 for a handling fee - what, as in picking it up and putting it in an envelope? Obscene.
Still, looking forward to it, much fun can be gleaned from sitting in a field with hippies.
My dog used to grab my cats head in it's mouth and drag it around the room.
Light wrote:
> Those ****ING cats of mine...cos, y'know, 1 in the morning is an
> EXCELLENT time to play wall of death in my bedroom...
My cat and dog used to have a set signal (usually the cat would nonchantly flick a paw at the doopy dog's tail to agravate it) and then both would depart from the lounge into the ajoining dining room. Then they usually allowed several minutes for anyone impudent enough to sit on their activity station (the sofa) to move and when they had the all-clear, the cat would come hurtling in, like a Cheetah being chased by Springbok for a change, and then doopy dog, like Alien 4, would also pound in with unerring stupidity. The cat would "wall of death" across the sofa defying the laws of gravity, the dog would run like death into the sofa, on the sofa and onto the floor with the grace of an ice skating Giraffe.
> Those ****ING cats of mine...cos, y'know, 1 in the morning is an
> EXCELLENT time to play wall of death in my bedroom...
My cat and dog used to have a set signal (usually the cat would nonchantly flick a paw at the doopy dog's tail to agravate it) and then both would depart from the lounge into the ajoining dining room. Then they usually allowed several minutes for anyone impudent enough to sit on their activity station (the sofa) to move and when they had the all-clear, the cat would come hurtling in, like a Cheetah being chased by Springbok for a change, and then doopy dog, like Alien 4, would also pound in with unerring stupidity. The cat would "wall of death" across the sofa defying the laws of gravity, the dog would run like death into the sofa, on the sofa and onto the floor with the grace of an ice skating Giraffe.
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