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594Earwicker came down from newcastle last night. We got trashed outside the Yellow Rose and were dancing like bastards to Led Zep II by three am.
Earwicker is the man. He really is.
Earwicker is the man. He really is.
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595The sunsets here are incredible. People stifle sniggers when Lincolnshire proclaims itself as the county of the big skies (is very flat), but it's true.
This was yesterday.

This was yesterday.


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596I analysed several years worth of Council Tax targets and actual collection rates today, and tomorrow I will try to align this with deprivation rates in London.
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597ChristopherM wrote:My mornings are somewhat routine at this point. I get up around 4...maybe 4:30...I take a shower, get dressed, drive to work and I usually get here around 5. For the next hour I sit at my desk, coffee in hand, and stare at my monitor. At around 6, I realize that my computer isn't even on yet. I turn it on and once again sit and stare for about an hour. At around 7 - 7:30 the security crew arrives and opens up the rest of the building and someone usually walks through and says 'hello'...at which point I normally begin typing on my keyboard (even though there aren't any programs open) to make it appear as though I'm hard at work. Thirty seconds later, as soon as the security detail has gone around the corner, I once again sit and stare at the computer...occasionally taking sips of my now lukewarm (if not cold) coffee. At around 8 o'clock I'll mosey over to the coffee machine and pour myself a cup of coffee (the first of many that I'll actually drink and not just hold in my hand) and make myself a hot bowl of oatmeal.
But today I'm really pissed off because I went to go make myself a bowl of oatmeal...just like I do every fucking day...only to find that someone took all of the fucking bowls! What the fuck?!? Who does that?!?
Stupid fucking bastards.
You crazy bastard. Why do you get up at such an ungodly hour if you don't do anything anyway?
simmo wrote:Someone make my carrot and grapefruits smoke. Please.
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599I saw a woman on the New York subway this morning, sleeping as she held her infant daughter. The juxtaposition of the New York subway system's former reputation for danger and this utterly peaceful scene hit me.
So I picked her pocket.
So I picked her pocket.
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600Ty Webb wrote:I saw a woman on the New York subway this morning, sleeping as she held her infant daughter. The juxtaposition of the New York subway system's former reputation for danger and this utterly peaceful scene hit me.
So picked her pocket.
nice