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it's 11:09, decided to get the 7:44 train rather than plane from Cologne to Munich so I could get some work done.
I'm 1.5hrs away from work, have got very little done other than have some nice sausages, a few cups of tea, watched the Mad Men tv series and had a little nap
wonder what the restaurant carraige does for elevenses <wanders off to look>
She was only the Colonel's Daughter but she knew what Reggy meant!
I don't want to join the army,
I don't want to go to war,
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground,
Livin' off the earnings of a high born lady
I don't want a bayonet up me arse 'ole,
I don't want me bollocks shot away,
I'd rather stay in England, in merry, merry England,
And fornicate me fckin' life away.
On Monday I touched her on the ankle,
Tuesday I touched her on her knee,
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress,
On Thursday I saw it, gor blimey,
On Friday I put me 'and upon it,
On Saturday I took her out to tea,
On Sunday after supper, I whopped me fckr up her,
An' now I'm payin' forty bob a week!
I know I'm too old for this tulip ! My solution for the last 5 or 6 years is to sit it out for local work only and undercut the opposition on rates. However in the current job market I'm not too hopeful when I join the bench in a week or so. It's time for some Plan B fantasy world thinking !
Chin UP that man. Shoulders BACK, Chest OUT. Stand up STRAIGHT. Hands down , thumbs along the seam of your trousers. Take that Fckng look off your face or you WILL get sponged.
Now you are all volunteers here, so shut the crap and remember, you signed up for this. You are closer to LAST Friday than you are to next. Now report to the sergeant major for weapons training , and RUN DONT WALK.
Fck me, your mother threw the baby out and kept the fkng afterbirth you scouwse cnt.
jeez , where am I ??? ooohh , bit of a flashback there
I'm knackered - I didn't even go out on the beer yesterday!
I think I'm getting too old for this sh!t.
Anyway - soon be Friday!
"To All Poor and Distressed Contractors, wherever they may be, dispersed over the face of the earth or on the water, here's wishing them a relief from their sufferings, and a happy return to their native land, should they so desire it."
Look on the bright side Churchill. You would not want to be fully awake on a Monday in Swindon. Best to go through the day like a zombie, you will fit right in Wiltshire that way.
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