It is now turning into a chore, this daily scrawl into this blog. After all it has been more than ten years now, there are more than three thousandthat.
six hundred and fifty posts now. That is quite a few, really.
Now in the pub in the middle of the evening. Today is the towns arts night, and all the arty people are rushing about from show to show, all dressed in their gaudy clothes. It is awful, all laughs and giggles and arty crafty approving stares, stroking non existent goatee beards and making smart and knowlle dgable comments. A decent drink in the pub cures all this disgust and a second one cures it more.
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