Oooh, that's better. 'Ee what a day. There's been an awful racket going on. Maybe they've got the builders in. Music blaring, fights breaking out. I don't what the world's coming to. [Inhales deeply. Exhales slowly. Long pause.] Looks a bit like a goose, that mark on the wall.
I just need to sit down quietly for a moment
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...stick another turtle on the fire
Hi Mal,can I come in? Sit here for a minute and have a drag. Haven't had dope for donkeys years now. There's a lot of judgemental people out there today Mal, you should have a sign on the door.
Hope you've had this passed by the entertainments committee-Oh bugger I haven't. Please don't read this anyone.
Hello, Ram! Come on in. Hope you haven't been stood there too long. Had these headphones up quite loud.
Jen's out of Single Malt so I brought some Sloe gin, and these chocolate biscuits were a good buy at poundland. Malgor, try and hit the ashtray please. We had to chuck out the last sofa because of all the blim burns. It looked like Vietnam after a naplam strike.
Ah, Quaz. That's odd, I could have sworn... oh, never mind. Yes, yes, sorry, ashtray. When we moved out of the old place, I was tempted to roll up the carpet. Didn't get chance in the end, unpaid rent and all that. Nice here. Keep it clean and tidy. I had to disarm that smoke alarm up there. Just wouldn't shut the fuck up.
You know Malgor, this is possibly the last public place in the UK that we can smoke in? I burried the smoke alarm in the back garden, no worries. Can't seem to leave these biscuits alone, must get a plate or Jeni will be complaining about the crumbs.
Just listened to the Leonard Cohen link and I couldn't hear anything, he's voice has gone....then silly me I realised I had the volume muted on my laptop.
[Yawn. Stretch. Cough.] God, that is a comfy sofa! What a good, long kip. Monday afternoon? Can't believe my ears! God knows what was in those chocolate biscuits. What a tip this room is - empty gin bottles... ah, look, Scroat's Old Holborn tin... empty. He's probably been looking for that. Oh well, best go and check my post and see if there's been any interesting chat going on since the middle of last week...
I just woke up underneath the armchair, which was upsidedown on top of me. Hell of a shock, thought I'd died and been burried alive.
Who ate my biscuits?! They were, erm, special ones that I made myself. There was a quarter of my special ingredient in there.
Jeezuz!! Look at the state of this place!
Ram, why the hell are you under the coffee table?
Hey Malgor, pass that this way. What is it? Smells like a nice soft black to me.
Ohhhh dear. That wasn't soft black, that was some special chocolate fudge that "Mushroom Dave" brought round. You didn't just eat that did you? The next 4-8 hours of your personal reality may depend on the answer. Still, no school run tomorrow.
I would come in and have a smoke and a chat, but Sid might wake up, and he called me
a shithead last week. You don't forget things like that in a hurry, so I think I'll wait a few days before I make contact with him again. I'll do a bit of clearing up in the morning - you know, run the Dyson over the room, flick the duster around a bit.
See you later.
Thanks Umps, but watch out, the Dyson is trying to recreate the moments immediately after the big bang, and if it succeeds in creating a black hole, it plans to use it to hold the world to ransom.
Eeek!! It's coming to get me!!!!
No Quaz, I didn't eat it, I rolled it and smoked it.
I feel fine though....
Umps, Jeni? I'm sure I heard them in here just now. Oh, hang on, I've just noticed that if I attach my stethoscope here, I can hear them...
Awww, they're having the most delightful exchange imaginable! Got me in tears of joy, that has, listening to them enjoying each other's company with a really pleasant exchange and a solid theme running through the thread. Lovely people. They must be stoned out of their little boxes. Judging by this huge roach they've left in my ashtray anyway.
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