Marco Jacksonovic
Crazy What You Could've Had
So What Difference Does It Make?
Well, I'm home. I'm settled despite the melée of tiny and
previously eradicated insects that I've found (like a load
of dead flies - well 2. And a woodlouse. But that was all.
A load was exaggerating).
So it was Didier's birthday yesterday. We went out into
Huddersfield. Nowhere particularly busy but enough that he
& Duncan could get their fix of whichever they chose. (Good
to see Duncan attached too, and his better half came along
too). And a good night was had by all.
Even managed to take advantage of the not overly inclement
weather and play a bit of footy. But why I'm up so early
today I don't know. The anticipation of such a big day? No.
Its not a lot, getting a film developed and a parcel posted
to the Ukraine aren't as wonderful as the Copacabana.
Other than that, its been quite a slow day. I've heard from
a couple of my mates from down in Norwich, which I find
very odd, not least because I already miss them like crazy.
A lot of jokes are quite left-of-centre, but they seem to
get them, unlike Didier, who struggled with my Ali
G=allergy gag yestreday. (That's what it was. Sniffle and
cough?....)
Anyway, I'm just awaking. If anything else hits me you'll
be the first to hear it. Especially the album I get. I
quite fancy Billy Bragg.
Oh, and I was surprised how much life up here feels like a
Smiths song. It really does. So there you go.
WILT? The Smiths - Half A Person.
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