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Friday 18th March 2005
Another odd e-mail . . . they seem to have trouble ending sentences . . . this one's from 'Palmiro Pate' (Stanford@gaf.com) and addressed to another of my many personalities, Samuele Ashton (damn it - how do they keep finding me?):
Hello,
a day or two; and in that time he would, he hoped, be beyond the
miracle wrought by my genius, which is considerable.
frowned. He had not conceived that Curacao was of such considera
honour to give you welcome aboard the Arabella. My name is Blood
been too credulous of all the unspeakable things attributed to Pe
is on the gun-deck. You'll return to it at once, and take your c
I thought that you....
niece to him. Miss Bishop was aboard the Royal Mary also, and I
of land, we are in a difficulty. The only man among us schooled
The tale was barely done when they drew up at the Colonel's door,
Have a good day.
    
I guess I should explain those pictures above. It was Steve's suggestion to go out for a few drinks after work, just for the hell of it. So, me, Steve and Lisa met up with Steve's partner, Andy, outside work, probably around 5-ish, I guess.
We had a few drinks at Reclaim, where Lisa's friend, Nicola, appeared. After Reclaim, there was a lot of um-ing and ar-ing about where to go next. I fancied the Palace, as it wasn't too far away, and they have good beer. That first picture is the church next to the Palace. Looks like it was about 7pm when that was taken. Then I think we went to the Wardrobe for dinner. Second picture along . . . god knows. I only know we went to Milo's after the Wardrobe . . . but did we? Well, anyway . . . it all got a bit confusing. I remember being at Milo's and Steve saying goodbye. So did we go to Mook after that? Hmmmmm. The third, fourth and fifth pictures from the left (top row) were taken at Mook . . . things are starting to get blurry.
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The next pictures above (or maybe to the right) are after I had managed to make it home . . . actually not too far behind M****, Liz, Simon, Anna and Justin. I think around the time that last picture was taken, M**** had seized control of the camera and was trying to document what a mess I am when I'm drunk. M**** even managed to make a couple of brief videos of this phenomonommonomon (hate that word). However, all these pictures and videos have now mysteriously disappeared. So, fourth and fifth pictures from the left . . . that's Justin there; and then M****, pictured (albeit badly) sat in "M****'s chair" at Liz and Anna's house on Sowood Street (Anna moved in when M**** moved out, you see). Liz and Anna moved out six days after these pictures were taken.
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And then, erm . . . more pictures . . . Simon, money . . . stuff. This is some Chinese money that one of Liz's friends had given her for her travels. I think the money you see here is worth about £2. Something crazy like that anyway.
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