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12th of Apr, 2001ce* in: diary

hmm, Friday. Friday the 13th. This is being written after the proceedings.

I was down the local pub (o’calahans - or ‘old clammy hands’ to those in the know) with my good friend and old boss Gary. we had a few and talked over architecture and all the things that go with it. Then as I was walking out of the pub I spotted one of my old school friends (not a hard thing to do in Cornwall) and we went back to the Pub together… then decided that a jaunt out to the local nightclub ‘gossips’ that night would be an ace idea!

Ahem, hardly.

I didnt really enjoy myself that much in the meat market called gossips, and the person I went with disappeared so I was left to my own devices, it wasnt hard to find persons I knew - only its a bit shit meeting people that way sometimes.

A very drunk 2am later and was outside talking to different people trying to share a taxi home the 2 or so miles back to St.Austell - no success, so I walked it.

Theres only one person on this earth that will understand me when I use the word ‘cokkananola’ but I met two oddbods on the walk home and we went back to their summer house for more party. The next day was hell! (confusion? yes.)