Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Shiver

Much as I love Betty, I have to say she is not the car for a Russian winter. There was ice on the inside of her windscreen after drumming tonight. If I'd had any money and the chip shop had been open, I would have had chips. But I didn't and it wasn't. So I had porridge when I got home. It's been a long time since I've had porridge and I'd forgotten how yummy and comforting it is. Mmmmm.

One lad from drumming - the one who looks like a limp-wristed Dylan Thomas - is walking on fire next week.

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