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Saturday 22nd January 2005
So, yes . . . indeed. Where was I? Oh, I remember. Yesterday evening, me and some people from work went out for a few drinks. It was myself, Lisa, Steve and Al. First we went to, erm . . . Bar Home which was oddly busy. It's like, during the summer, when it opened, they had their two-for-one drinks offers, they had outside seats catching the evening sun, they had strange people on platform 17 throwing fruit (pear, anyone?) onto its patrons . . . and it was all great. I thought the place would kind of quieten down during the winter, especially now that the two-for-one offers have now gone. But no - it's now populated mainly by the la-la's. But it was a convenient meeting place, as I was out from work later than the other three, and Steve met up with one of his friends . . . Eddy, I believe. Then on to the Scarbrough Taps, where there was this beer festival thing going on. God, this is gonna take forever. Today, I had the plasterer (s) round . . . that took up most of the morning. And one of the plasterer's assistants I recognised, as he did me . . . "You work at *****, don't you?" and he then proceeded to tell me how he had left last April (I believe), hoping to become a cameraman, but he was just helping out his friend, John (the plasterer), as a kind of odd-job, I guess. So that was funny. Whilst plastering was going on, I hid in my basement kitchen, reading newspapers. Oh, and another thing . . . something very sad happened during the early hours this morning. I managed to get a taxi back for £5, clutching a silver helium filled (as in coloured silver and containing helium, not silverhelium as one thing) balloon. It was to be a present for M****, you see. Anyway, I paid the taxi driver (for some reason stopping at the bus-stop outside Netto/Iceland), struggled out of the taxi and stumbled up the hill, all the time hanging on to my balloon. But before I had even began walking up the hill, the balloon somehow escaped my grasp and all I could do was watch it ascend and ascend. I wanted to chase after it, as the rate of ascent was quite slow . . . but no . . . I just watched it disappear in absolute disbelief. That's not meant to happen. HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN?!?!?! I think had I been a child, I would have been absolutely distraught. "We'll get you another one, dear, don't worry."
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