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Poor hobbling Damian (he put his back out lifting my suitcase) made it into town today and while we were perching on a bench saw two fine upstanding men knock a little chinese student off her bike exchanging smug self-satisfied grins and while she was certainly in a no cycling area I thought that was a bit fucking harsh and no way would they have done that had she been a six-foot boatie or a grinning rugger bugger for example, bloody bullies, and all the time sat next to three MacDonalds-chomping spotty bleachblondeheads masticating vacantly while smoking their underage cigarettes still I'm sure I look like just as much of a freak to them if not more so after all I look a lot less native to this area and now I have a two hour meeting with my boss to bring me up to date with changes while I've been gone, and that and a broken site and a contributor who's not contributing in a useful way and more lost data and oh all the rest and can't I leave anything for ten fucking days without it falling over and Tivo chopped the tail off Kissing the Velvet which admittedly only dropped angst not sex (I think) but still, annoying, and that idiot stood anxiously blocking the doorway of The Body Shop as if afraid that stepping through the door would render him instantly homosexual, meaning I didn't make the crossing light, and oh, just about everyone sucks, except for the guy busking indy songs in Cornmarket, who does a bloody brilliant Wonderwall.


( 8 worms — Feed the birds )
10th Oct, 2002 17:49 (UTC)
Yo Jeremey!
I assume this was the same wedding Ruth & Ian attended ... where in Canadaland was it? Near Toronto somewhere?

Glad you had a good time there - am anxious to ring up R&I catch up on things. I'll be back in Oxford the 3rd week of December, so if you're around, we should meet up.

(Hmm, I know The Twin Towers should be premiering then...)


At any rate, your comments above make me realise something really fundamental. There is a HELL OF A LOT of shyte I just don't have to put up with, being male, solidly built, and 5'10". Childhood cruelties aside, I have little idea of what crap someone less than my description has to put with in everyday life.

Say hello to Daimian for me would you?


iirc, my LJ profile should have contact information so that you can reach me more-directly. I need your phone number and all those goodies, see what exciting/fun/boring things you've been up to.

Will continue reading your LJ. :)

11th Oct, 2002 02:21 (UTC)
Re: Yo Jeremey!
Eeeeeee! Hello! How are you? What have you been doing? Wow! Cool!

Em, anyway:

1. Calgary. It was cool.
2. Check your inbox.
3. You missed "and grinning so hard no-one could possibly be mean to me" ;)
4. Certainly.
5. Check your inbox.
6. You're on my friends list :)
11th Oct, 2002 09:05 (UTC)
Re: Yo Jeremy!
1. How unusual, usually it's chilly to f^*k-my-balls-snapped-off! in Calgary. :-)

2. Have done, cheers!

3. I most certainly did - though your pic elicits more fear than amusement. ;-p

4. Yay!

5. Have done, again

6. Ra! I should be adding you properly too.


11th Oct, 2002 09:07 (UTC)
Re: Yo Jeremy!
Actually, come to think of it, in Calgary, the cold can become so vicious that in their desperate quest for body heat, one can choke on one's own balls. :)

(sorry, feeling particularly graphic today)

11th Oct, 2002 02:35 (UTC)
Oxford welcomes me back
I got accosted by my first beggar between the coach station and my dad's car on Tuesday morning.
11th Oct, 2002 04:36 (UTC)
According to Diana Rigg Junior on BBC Choice, there's much more lezzing up in part 2.
11th Oct, 2002 15:47 (UTC)
I liked the comment from someone on Front Row (probably misquoted from memory): "The controller of BBC2 will love me for saying this, but my one criticism - particularly of the second episode - is that there is too much lesbian sex". Can't wait!
17th Oct, 2002 02:42 (UTC)
there so was *not* too much lesbian sex
... and the look on the faces of all the older lesbians was priceless. "I can't believe I'm doing this ... for the BBC!"
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