I left work today to see the daylight desperately clinging on for its dear life, as opposed to that lightweight winter light that buggers off home to play on its Xbox as soon as it thinks the boss isn't looking.
There's something about spring dusk that just makes you feel good. It's almost like the light is attached to something and is being sucked away by the opposite side of the earth but is refusing to let go, kind of like chewing gum on your shoe.
Springtime is like stepping in chewing gum. You heard it here first.
Just back from the Prince, catching up with Sarah. It's open mic night on a Wednesday and they have a very good funk band providing backing tracks. Sarah is a great singer so of course wanted to get up and have a crack. Ever the party animal, I wanted to go home as I was skint and tired. I thought she was leaving with me but when I looked round she was at the bar again ordering another pint and planning on staying for a while by herself. Think there might have been a sneaky text to Craig at some point though. I hope she gets to sing, just sorry I'm not there to witness it. Next time, definitely.
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yes there was a sneaky text. i was called fuck face. charming girl.
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