My Shoes Have No Grip

Either that or, when it's frosty, the pavements have some kind of friction embargo.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

November - Cancelled. Returns 2006.

My form has returned - I have spent a month without blogging and not thought about it once until today.

To summarise November, I shall be using bullet points and interesting facts.

  • Fireworks are ace. As much as I'd like to have launched my own, firing Roman Candles out of your living room window is a sure-fire recipe for, well, fire.
  • "Hotel California" is not the most-played song in California.
  • I spent the evening of the 26th in the company of scary neo-communists and other assorted hard line lefties at The Dancehouse.
  • Manchester has had the stupidest weather ever - snow, frost, cold, sun, clouds, air, nitrogen and moon. I predict sandstorms before next weekend.
  • Lab reports. Fucking lab- reporty- writing- sciency- theory- up- all- night- reading- about- phenomenon- that- don't- actually- existy- bollocks- malarky. I don't like them.
  • A sandwich sang to me this afternoon. More on that story later.
I'm sure other stuff happened inbetween, but my brain has interpolated between the events above and if I try to think of anything else, I just think of toothpaste.

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