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I'm a 28 year old misanthrope, working for the new-media bit of a large media corp in London.
I have a sort of webpage at evilcoffee.org
that I never update...
All my pics were lost when MSN groups borked a while back.
I do the flickr thing here.
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I'm a 28 year old misanthrope, working for the new-media bit of a large media corp in London.
I have a sort of webpage at evilcoffee.org
that I never update...
All my pics were lost when MSN groups borked a while back.
I do the flickr thing here.
Recent front page messages:
Afterwards Mavis realised she shouldn't have refused to make the workmen a cup of tea...
(Sat 18th Oct 2003, 1:28, More)
(Sat 18th Oct 2003, 1:28, More)
And then, when the day was done, the mowers would dance...
Woah. I made the front page. Wow, I'm considerably chuffed.
(Sun 21st Sep 2003, 16:08, More)
Woah. I made the front page. Wow, I'm considerably chuffed.
(Sun 21st Sep 2003, 16:08, More)
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» Crappy Prizes
Damn cheap PA systems...
I'm about 9 or so and it's a "Summer Fete" at the hospital where my Dad works and there is of course a raffle...
My number is called... over the lousy PA system it sounds like I've won... "a thousand pounds"... I stagger towards the stage... my mind in a whirl as I count the number of Transformers I could buy... I'm presented with...
"A set of pans".
Ended up "selling" them to my Mum for a tenner... which was a bit of a swizz as they were fancy glass Vision pans too...
(Tue 9th Aug 2005, 15:34, More)
Damn cheap PA systems...
I'm about 9 or so and it's a "Summer Fete" at the hospital where my Dad works and there is of course a raffle...
My number is called... over the lousy PA system it sounds like I've won... "a thousand pounds"... I stagger towards the stage... my mind in a whirl as I count the number of Transformers I could buy... I'm presented with...
"A set of pans".
Ended up "selling" them to my Mum for a tenner... which was a bit of a swizz as they were fancy glass Vision pans too...
(Tue 9th Aug 2005, 15:34, More)