Forgot to mention my hot Sunday night in the Spotted Cow. We pretty much doubled the customer numbers when we rolled up, and then they spent all evening trying to drive us back out by playing the same Whitney Houston CD, over, and over and over until even the dog was weeping. Every single hit, every wail, every 'whoo'! At least 3 times each. It was incredible.
I might be about to vomit. I haven't since 2001, but my stomach feels distinctly uneasy. I'm actually very good at not being sick, although I'm sure the reason I feel so queasy is my digestive system hasn't had a good old clear out since...well whatever was last done in 2001. What did happen in 2001? It's all gone a bit blurry. Now I'm going to have to go and look it up, to find a suitable analogy.
Talk amongst yourselves, or imagine the mists of time rolling past, a bit like this:
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October 15 - NASA's Galileo spacecraft passes within 112 miles of Jupiter's moon Io
There we go. Since then. I sometimes visit this crazy website, where fellow emetophobes swap tips on how to avoid spewing at all costs. Some of these people haven't been sick since the dawn of time. If only I could apply this level of discipline to other areas of life, I'd be the perfect human being with a body of iron and a brain of...something clever. I'm not very good at analogies. But I am very good at not being sick. My little head is now getting upset, because I've said that something isn't going to happen, which means that now it will, and I won't be prepared for it. Let's move on shall we?
Second cousin Eva Tida came round this morning, and we had lots of fun. We watched the Mighty Boosh which she loved. The girl has good taste. I know she loved it because, she gurned and squealed like a mini witch pig. That kid has the most evil laugh, she'd be the best comic book villain.
And finally, Mr Unsuitable as now become Mr Unpopular, Mr Unscrupulous, Mr Complete and Total Wanker! I've fallen out with a friend, by mutual consent, we both just stopped talking to each other, without really telling each other. This was working just fine, and when Mr Complete and Total Wanker enquired about the situation, I filled him in. He then goes and brings this up with her in the most unsubtle way possible, implying that I'd been slagging her off to him and seeing our mutual friend Georgie in secret. When I texted him to ask why he felt the need to do this, he made out he wasn't aware there was a situation between us, and when pressed further, asked not to be involved in my little disputes, as he really wasn't interested!? Pardon moi? Did you not involve yourself in this one, by sticking your big fat shiny nose right in? he didn't even have the guts to admit he may have stirred the shit, just a little bit. What. A. Wanker.
If the Galileo space craft is orbiting Io tonight, then I'm screwed.