Wednesday, May 06, 2009

I don't want to travel with the others, was I expected to. Was it seen as a snub. Sod the lot of you. Just say goodbye have a great weekend and take the long way round. Six hours of drinking time with you lot and I have come to the end of my personality. Carriage to myself now, you're reeling, steaming, you'll be all right, you always are.

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