Thursday

Got about nine meters of brass rod, soon i will have no excuse to not do any work.


Mr Handy had a visit from what he caleld the "bin men police". Aprently the bin men found soem used syringes inthe rubish and reported it to someone. As handy pointed out the only syringes they owned are used to refil the ink cartridges and thier bins are from two flats, his and the dredful downstairs neigbours.... seesm liek it might get interesting there.

a short story of Len...memories of friends lost.

There was this bloke up fuckin' Truro way. E was a fuckin' taxi-fuckin'-dermist. Is fuckin' 'ouse had this big fuckin' barn out the back, and E Ad Fuckin' Girafes, fuckin' lions and fuckin' tigers out there. And E made money from fuckin' stuffin' fuckin' english wildlife. So E would pay fuckin' Five quid for every fuckin' badger you got off the fuckin' road and stuff the fucker. Only fuckin' trouble was Id collect the fuckers and go there all the fuckin way (40 miles) and E wouldnt fuckin' be in....So then i Ad a fuckin van full of fuckin' putrifying badgers for the fuckin' week.