Our old friend Jane has come to visit, up from the fleshpots of Milton Keynes. Normally Conrad would be stuck in his eyrie, reading, writing and performing hideous medical experimentation - but! - in the spirit of being proper friendly, like, tonight he was lolling in a chair watching a film.
This is also after finishing late at work, then having to endure - which should be written ENDURE - public transport, and having to wash a small hill of dirty dishes.
Still, it is nice to see Jane again.
What? You were expecting some tasteless and offensive pun based on "Jane"? For shame! Not again! Please refrain! <cont. Page 96>
What Next?
Quo Vadis indeed. Well, there's only time enough tonight to post this blog. I've already written out a score of Conrad's Christmas Cards. Are these different from any other, you ask?
Why, yes. Yes they are. I buy the cheapest Christmas cards I can find, then try to write a witty/pithy/amusing/won't make the kids cry caption to each card, ready for hand-delivery to my colleagues.
Herein an example:
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| "Give me all your money or I'll stab you!" |
Hilarity in print form! Your view may vary, in which case go and stand at the foot of the stairs.
Time, Like An Ever-Rolling Stream
Ah, me. My Darling Daughter, Sally, will be 19 tomorrow. 19!
She is pretty damn wonderful, almost by default. I think we got a real bargain when we bought her. Most awesome fact is that she still occasionally hangs out with Embarrassing Dad (unless he tries to dance) although that may be due to the free beer provided at the weekly pub quiz ...
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| Sally, eating. An activity which occupies 95% of her waking time |
Okay, got to go practice Taking Over An Entire Continent - us dictators have to begin somewhere!
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