Thursday, 13th February 1997
Avast ye landlubbers! Hoist the mizzenmast, batten down the 'atches an' lock up ye daughters. Arrr, it be blowin' a howlin' gale, force ten it be, the old girl's being tossed about in the water like anythin' and the ship ain't too stable neither, arrr...
You know how you always think you forget something when you leave the house in the morning and when you get to work you remember what it was? Well, today I forgot my trousers totally, like they're hanging up at home, and didn't I feel a wally when I got in to work. Fortunately Jon had bought in a spare ankle-length skirt, so he's lent me that. I was very grateful, I mean, can you imagine the embarrassment?
Speaking of embarrassment, there's a rather nifty scanned photo going around of a certain wee lad with the demeanour of one recovering from much tequila and lager. Stevie, take a bow!
And remember: an arm and a leg cost nothing.
B
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