A discussion on necromancy and the skills of Dr John Dee was
followed a little later by an exchange with a couple of Pentacostalists who
pressed a tract on me which advises that I can be washed in the blood of the
Lamb. Ever likely the poor thing is looking a little peaky
A friend told me that he knew an Irish Nurse whose maxim was
“Never resist the call of the stool"
Work. A discussion on how strange Biddulph Moor is. Man buys
bundles of sticks for heater or is it for engage in witch burning?
Roy the former security bloke has a list of records that he
hates hearing over the supermarket system. They include Lyin Eyes by Eagles,
anything by Billy Joel, Christmas time by Cliff Richard, and that really
annoying Hello one with the young Canadian woman with the whimpering voice. I
agree with him on that one.
The one eyed Rumanian appears with girlfriend and
begins to fondle her breasts in front of me. Of course it could be his sister
and Borat might be correct after all
Person buys People's Friend with picture of Scottish
Highlands. I wonder what the content is like? I suppose its short on car alarms
going off, helicopters pursuing youths through urban landscapes and cries of
" hit him Tracey" in the night.
Work. Man moved from Droylsden to Leek. Could not be
happier. " No more car alarms, no more helicopters overhead, no more
shouts in the night " hit him Tracey".
Work. Sold Colliers Cheese. Pity that there are no pits left
for the Colliers to eat the cheese.
My first domestic tiff for some time in front of me. The
bloke big raw boned farmer type is bullying his rather timid wife. I imagine
that it will be too much and that one day she will hit him with a shovel and
then feed him to the pigs (As long as we don't get the bacon). It will be like
a rustic Cluedo. Mrs McGregor with a shovel in the cess pit. But only you dear
reader and I will know the truth
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