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05 February 2011 @ 01:09 pm
Placeholder post for "Keeping Open" purposes.
09 June 2008 @ 09:29 am
*wakes up*

*moves his lips slowly away from whatever they're pressed up against, takes some time to get them working and still feels as though they're puckered up*


*uncurls from around the brain jar he was snuggled against*

*banishes headache*


*listens to regular office activity*

Huh... musta dozed orf.

Oh well. Party's over. Back ter the regular grind.

*lifts an arm, sniffs*

... shower first.

An' a jimmy. Definitely need a jimmy.

*pets the brain jar, manages to focus on the little flag*

C'mon, Bruce. You're wiv me, me old china.
Current Mood: awake
26 May 2008 @ 08:06 pm
I fink I've done summat wrong.

In fact, I fink I've ballsed it up good an' proper.

Stuff's bein' done be'ind me back.

'S not like me to be paranoid. So they must be out to get me.

Just need to keep on me toes. Keep my minces open and my attention right.

An' maybe off a Djinn 'ere an' vere.

I'll bet it's 'im. 'E's not even fit ter shovel shit, let alone stir it.
Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
09 April 2008 @ 08:14 pm
*strolls into the Blue Moon, singing quietly to himself*

We got some 'alf price cracked ice,
An' miles an' miles've carpet tiles,
TVs, deep freeze an' David Bowie LPs,
Ball games, gold chains, whassernames an', at a push,
Trevor Francis tracksuits from a mush in Shepherd's Bush...

*GRINS and winks at a couple of women with long legs and short skirts*

Bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush, bush...

No income tax, no VAT,
No money back, no guarantee,
Black or while, rich or broke,
We'll cut prices at a strooooooooooooooke...

*gets to the bar and waits for Ryan to be free*

Green Vesper ta, Mate. *lowers his voice* An' five minute've yer time when yer can.

*taps his nose, then goes to find himself a seat out of range of overhearing but in sight of Ryan, sits and drums his fingers on the table as he waits*

Goooooooooood bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeess Hookie Street, Viiiiiiiiiiiiivaaaaaaaaa Hookie Street,
Loooooooooooooooong liiiiiiiiiiiiiiive Hookie Street,
C'est magnifique, Hookie Street,
Magnifique, Hookie Streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet,
Hookie Streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet,
Hookie Streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet...

Huh. Bloody songs what don't finish proper.

*looks round for white high heels*
Current Mood: working
07 August 2007 @ 09:03 am

*runs into Gwen's office*

Take a butchers at this!

This geezer... 'e's one've ours, innee? I mean, 'e's got ter be!



If 'e is, can we get 'im over 'ere?

*realises she might not like that he just burst into her office*



Current Mood: excitedexcited