Tuesday, August 05, 2003  


Fucking moths.

It’s lovely weather, but my life-long nemesis also loves it like this. I now find myself hoping for a cold snap. The dirty-hairy-evil-bastards wait till I’m in the vacinity before setting off on their chaotic flutterings that always seem to end up somewhere near my face. I’m sure the food chain would survive admirably without the fuckers.

Why do some of our customers feel duty bound to impart their life story to us, I had to go and look at the shop sign again, just to make sure it didn’t say Lock and Load and Listen. What’s even sadder is that I haven’t the heart to tell them to bugger off, I just sit there and listen with fake concern when the stories of woe are poured forth, and all the time I’m thinking “Wouldn’t it be good if people were suddenly struck dumb, and had to rush to the specialist and write down their symptoms. They would scribble feverishly on a post-it telling the doctor about their unfortunate condition and he would prescribe being quiet for a fortnight”. But then it struck me that if you were dyslexic you would be well and truly fucked, you’d scribble your post-it note and end up being treated for a bad case of Nobby Styles.


Back to the dirty-hairy-evil-bastards, join me in helping to remove them from the food chain, sponsor a bat today. I have, my money is backing a Pipistrelle called Dave, he’s doing a grand job.

Can you tell I’m back on night shift ? My mind is all over the place, need coffee now !

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