just had the best sleep,

was woken by the alarm at 4.30.
and i didn't want to move,
feel like i died.
it's gonna take me a while to get with it,
but feeling really rested,
and will be up for it,
eventually.

looking forward the week-end already.

i wonder if i'll see my bus-driver freind this week.
seeing her brightens up my day.
but i'd never tell her that.
she'd probably mis-interpret it,
you know what they're like.
don't want to chase any more of them off.

anyway,
i'd better get my arse into geat.

good to see STAGGY posting in here.

Woke up this morning
(do do do do do)
and I had just been in a (what is a mildly inconsequential, infrequent recurring) dream where I was about to miss my rail connection to a French airport and seek alternative transport. Copped a road lift with a coachload of QPR fans on tour who had three spaces. I got the third unsolicited.

Dreams - fucking mental. I mean, QPR in Europe... (with apologies to Feldy)

where the fuck did that one come from?
you a drinking man bert?

Eric, I have no idea. QPR weren't even on my radar last night, although I did have a bit of cheese late on

A drinking man? Well, I'm not drunk... Don't drink as I once did but out of forgetting to more than anything else I drink that infrequently now that if I were to buy two bottles of Johnnie Walker Red Label, I'd probably be able to upgrade the label on the second bottle for at least a Black before the first went... Tend to always have an emergency real ale knocking about the house, some medicinal lager for cramps and twinges ( ) and I daren't inventory the spirits as I have a one-man UN of dark rums for personal use (my old man is an unofficial tester as well...) alone