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And the jacuzzi is running.

I am off for a relax in the warm jets and then bed.

G'night.

HA!

Made ya look.

God I am BORED!

Just a thought after last nights DVD frenzy.

You get a bunch of friends round and bung on an old pirate film. You all have a drink of whatever alcohol takes your fancy (not everybody likes rum) and your glass is re filled every time it empty.

Every time someone on screen has a drink, so do you – in the same way they are. So if they are sipping politely so do you, if they are Quaffing (which is basically pouring it into your gob and spilling loads of it down your front) you do the same.

Every time a damsel swoons – you take a drink.

Every time a serving wench is seen you all shout “Avast behind!”

Every time a ship fires a broadside you down your drink in one.

Every time the romantic music plays as the captain and the pretty girl get misty eyed, you pelt the tv with scrunched up balls of paper and jeer.

Every time anyone says “Aye Cap’n!” so do you – and take a drink.

Every time the crew laugh heartily at something, you all do as well and have a drink.

Then you all fall off the sofa.

I want it to rain, really heavily, right NOW!

Why?

Because outside our office is a low, sleek, very expensive looking Porsche sports car.

A convertible.

With it’s top down.

Hehehehehehe

Due to a winning combination of staggering upstairs to bed at 02.00 this morning awash with rum and stuffed with Doritos, not realising what a bad idea it is to turn off the alarm on your phone while still in bed, Busses refusing to do anything like appear on time and both rail lines that I needed to use being wonderfully delayed and overcrowded – I managed to arrive at work at 10.00, a full two hours late.

A personal best for me.

To check how things stand with my inners self I have just popped my mood ring on and it informs me that apparently I don’t exist, which is nice.

But I do actually feel fine.

Which is surprising.

Happy Friday one and all.