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I have what appears to be known as an unproductive cough. I would have thought that that any cough would be unproductive, as it gets in the way and is pretty unpleasant, but then I figured they mean producing phlegm. I am not coughing anything up.
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the_bottles finally visited this weekend, after blowing me out at least twice before, and we had a fun if boozy weekend. We spent Friday night in the Doves before adjourning to the Bell&, and wandering home to listen to some Mighty Boosh and Kitchens of Distinction. We went back via the Carps, with NW, who returned The_Bottles's Mighty Boosh CD and smashed the casserole dish I left with him at Christmas. Heigho.
Break to cough. Unproductively.
I had some very vivid dreams between initially waking at 7.30 and getting up at 10. But I'd better not share them as they are filed under "Abjection".
The 4am bedtime didn't exactly lead to us head off into town that early, but after beans on toast we hit Fopp, various charity shops, a second hand musical equipment shop and then the Doves on the way home. We headed off home for me to cook - a from-memory version oflamentables's Thai fish curry - and then returned to the drinking. I beat The_Bottles at chess, as I had the night before, and then was challenged by G to a game. At first it looked as if I was going to be thrashed, but I won from a position of only having a queen, a bishop and a rook and having taken about threee of his pawns. The rematch he won. Thence to the Bell& again, although we did consider an adjournment to the Old Brewery. Then I played some Amateur Transplants, followed by Tom Lehrer who he hadn't heard of, and finally Bonzo Dog Band as it seemed the natural progression.
We both emerged at about noon, and headed into town in search of a roast dinner. Alas the Dolphin was full, and so we had a reasonable alternative at Simple Simon's. Then we went to the Bell&, assuming that he would have to go for a train fairly soon. Well, we missed that one, by two pints. Then for another in the Hobgoblin, missing another train in the processs, and when I got back from the loo, another round appeared. Eventually we got up to west, to discover that I'd misread the timetable. Travelling from east was still a no-no - engineering works - but the timetable times for west were the times you'd start walking to west station, and thus were twenty minutes out. He could have caught an earlier train. But he wouldn't've.
I popped into the Doves, but left by nine to watch Louis Theroux, and planned an early night.
Meanwhile, I want to write. But I've got to put it off. Perhaps I can start the research for it.
Unproductive cough.
the_bottles finally visited this weekend, after blowing me out at least twice before, and we had a fun if boozy weekend. We spent Friday night in the Doves before adjourning to the Bell&, and wandering home to listen to some Mighty Boosh and Kitchens of Distinction. We went back via the Carps, with NW, who returned The_Bottles's Mighty Boosh CD and smashed the casserole dish I left with him at Christmas. Heigho. Break to cough. Unproductively.
I had some very vivid dreams between initially waking at 7.30 and getting up at 10. But I'd better not share them as they are filed under "Abjection".
The 4am bedtime didn't exactly lead to us head off into town that early, but after beans on toast we hit Fopp, various charity shops, a second hand musical equipment shop and then the Doves on the way home. We headed off home for me to cook - a from-memory version of
lamentables's Thai fish curry - and then returned to the drinking. I beat The_Bottles at chess, as I had the night before, and then was challenged by G to a game. At first it looked as if I was going to be thrashed, but I won from a position of only having a queen, a bishop and a rook and having taken about threee of his pawns. The rematch he won. Thence to the Bell& again, although we did consider an adjournment to the Old Brewery. Then I played some Amateur Transplants, followed by Tom Lehrer who he hadn't heard of, and finally Bonzo Dog Band as it seemed the natural progression.We both emerged at about noon, and headed into town in search of a roast dinner. Alas the Dolphin was full, and so we had a reasonable alternative at Simple Simon's. Then we went to the Bell&, assuming that he would have to go for a train fairly soon. Well, we missed that one, by two pints. Then for another in the Hobgoblin, missing another train in the processs, and when I got back from the loo, another round appeared. Eventually we got up to west, to discover that I'd misread the timetable. Travelling from east was still a no-no - engineering works - but the timetable times for west were the times you'd start walking to west station, and thus were twenty minutes out. He could have caught an earlier train. But he wouldn't've.I popped into the Doves, but left by nine to watch Louis Theroux, and planned an early night.
Meanwhile, I want to write. But I've got to put it off. Perhaps I can start the research for it.
Unproductive cough.
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