Yeah, having some trouble posting the last couple of days. No great crisis, just been sleeping and working and watching DVDs and not having the faintest fucking clue what to write about.
I started a few but they died on the vine:
We started a poem once, in collaboration. He wrote the first line that went, 'O Wither, O Wither, The Willowy Waters,' and I came up with the subsequent, 'Farmers allowed to marry their daughters?' Only then did we allow ourselves to drink.
I fucking hate shit films.
'Breaking The Waves,' a cute and cuddly frolic through the heady fields of Calvinist Scotland. Fun for all the family. Emily Watson at her most wacky. Variety called it the 'film Chris Farrelly never made.'
Inverted commas. Inside or outside the full stop? Nobody can ever tell. OK, most people can, but I can't.
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I actually posted the last one and took it down 58 seconds later. I was caught, though.
Oh, and look, the spell is broken.