I have past a sauce all over my shirt. It is because someone, i.e., me, threw a packet of ketchup at the wall. Fair enough, things happen. Negativemode and I are now in Glasgow, Scoltand. It is, like everything else that we have seen, very nice. Today we saw the Catholic cathedral, they decided that I was allowed to view even though I was a Jew. All good. Then we went to a pub for the next 10 hours. As such, it makes it slightly difficult for me to type. Also as such, I need to go to bed. I am very tired, and have not slept for a while.
We get up nice tomorrow to take the train to Edinburgh. Sweet. I swear, pictures will be here soon. Cheers, as they say....
Sunday, August 07, 2005
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3 comments:
"Better sauce on your shirt than vomit in your pocket" says your former laundress.
when did matt throw-up in his pocket that is very funny. I know he prefers phone booths but pockets this is new.
No one threw up in any pockets. The stain that may or may not have been in my pocket may or may not have been vomit. Either way, it certainly wans't me who put it there.
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