Thursday, and the four day week has left me feeling like I am getting away with something. Yesterday on the way home I saw the girl from the Thai restaurant where I get my food when I can't face cooking. The Thai restaurant is run by crafty japanese people who don't realize that they would probably be more successful if they did authentic japanese food. Every pub in the land now does Thai.
I go there for the surreal experience mainly. Tiny girls giggling at tall western man buying over-priced Thai food and making bad jokes.
I have a coffee date with one of them this evening. When I suggested this yesterday afternoon, she applauded the idea with the same enthusiasm as she would a monkey with a drum.
Dave sent me photos from the future. The following is me, in 2034.
3 Comments:
The foatie o' 2034? Jings! Why wait sae long? You could dae it in a coupla weeks if ye pit yer heid tae it!
Aye, it would however take copious amounts of drink and drugs, women and a new wardrobe. I'd have to bulk up on the Johnny Cash collection.
so, get goin n nat. you can dae it.
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