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The weekend in around 300 words
A brief report of my trip. Read DT’s one in the mag if it’s good English you’re after.
Sat 19.00—left house.
19.05—left bus station.
19.06—fell asleep.
21.31—woke up and got on boat.
21.32—fell asleep.
Sun 01.20—arrived in Wales. Oggy, oggy oggy!
01.21—got back on bus. Fell asleep.
04.15—arrived at Cardiff bus station. Cold. Tired. Missing the GF.
04.16—get accosted by man. Run away.
04.18—still running.
04.20—get taxi to 2-hour snooker hall/bar.
04.25—watch lots of Chinese playing snooker. Man playing slot machines. Ms Dynamite is on MTV base but the music is Roan Keating singing if “If Tomorrow Never Comes”. Please tell me this is: (a) a bad, surreal nightmare; and not (b) ie, an actual real-life experience
04.45—watch lots of Chinese playing snooker. Man playing slot machines. Ms Dynamite is on MTV base but the music is Roan Keating singing if “If Tomorrow Never Comes”. Apparently it’s (a). Fuck.
05.00—eat a Twix. Drink Capri Sun. Eat a banana. At least, that’s what I *think* it was.
05.30—start playing pool with man.
08.00—finish playing pool with man.
08.15—have a toasted rasher sandwich for brekky.
10.00—meet DT (I would).
12.00—meet Dave U (I would—more than ever), Smithy (I would), Steve H (I respect Steve too much), Tom Ross (oh hell yeah) and Dave’s cousin (who I only know my his self-imposed moniker of “lazy bastard”)
13.15—meet Aidan. LEG END.
13.30—went into ground.
14.39—YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSS.
15 40—YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS .
15.47—The Reds are coming up the hill boys.
16.30-22.30—Drink with DT, Steve H and Tom R. Drank Tom’s brandy by mistake. He spared me.
22.31-23.35—wait for bus.
23.36-Mon 08.30—sleep. Arrive home.
08.45-Mon 13.00—sleep more.
I thenk yeow.
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