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Wednesday 7th November 2001
Woken up by La Poste delivering another ton of non-burnable Publicité which I really don't need or want. I tried lighting a fire with it to discover that it's treated not to burn, so not to be defeated I soaked it in WD40, threw the match then stood well back. It seemed to do the trick. The wood I've cut - and some of the stuff in the garage - is still very wet. There's some dry stuff left in the garage - I'll grab it out on my return from the UK - which will hopefully help me get started. I might just buy a few logs shortly for ease of lighting. I'm going to have to get the chainsaw on the rest of the wood outside because it's been chucking it down and it's going to be completely sodden. After I'd faffed about a bit, I went to Limoges to see if I could buy this single I keep hearing in clubs and things. I don't really know what it is - I think the title's mai à décembre or something - but it's well bouncey and they play(ed) it in Panthère all the time. Got a few other camp bouncey things instead. Traxx was quite busy. We were all measuring willies (for some reason) and generally being camp and bouncey. Somehow we ended up talking Eurovision. I'm not entirely sure what/who brought the conversation topic to light but I ended up sitting with someone who seemed to know just a little too much Eurovision trivia for me to feel safe with him. The fact that he could sing "Boom bang-a-bang" (with an accent) was the one that made me leave in quest of food as I realised I had managed to get myself pissed and still needed to drive home very fast to get away from these people. After a Quick and a drink in Glu Glu - I was scared away from there by someone with an incomprehnsible accent and very intense hair - I wandered back to Traxx for some sobering up (nicotene absorbs alcohol, it's a well known fact) and some flirting with Tophetophe. Eventually, I drove us both home then popped into Brian's for tea and a natter. I've just realised I have net curtains. | |||
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