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The prisoner spends much time away from the PC, and lives a little, now hes back to share it with all of you

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Since I last posted Ive seen so many things and done so many things and gone to myself, 'I must blog this' and then never got to the computer. I have now forgotten half this cool stuff. But I will remember what I can.

Work Last time I did a shift (Monday? I cant quite remember for reasons that will become clear) one of my co-workers threw a plastic booster seat down from the back of the screen, I was sweeping in a row near the front with my eyes to the floor. I stepped forward into the path of said seat and then the world exploded. I am fine but it hurt like a motherfucker and I have a huge bump on the side of my head. I must steer clear of Sarah in the future before she comes after me to finish the job.
I have now grown to hate pretty much all of my customers. I always had an inkling that Medway was the arse end of the gene pool but I never had to converse regularly with Joe Public before. Medway is full to the brim with really stupid people, as in grown people who require reminding which side is their left and which their right (a worryingly large amount). Or who do not know the word for the little clips of other films before the main one (thats called a 'trailer'), the woman in question came out and complained because her film wasnt on, 'its just all these clips'. It is because of people like this that none of us can rip tickets on the barrier for any length of time because its that sorry individual who has to answer all of the stupid questions and is slowly driven mad as a result.
A few shifts back I did a closing shift. The actual finish time varies depending what films are on but this particular night I got out at half past midnight to an empty car park, with my car right at the other end, and a bird singing, in the middle of the night. This made everything seem really weird, or perhaps that was just the blow to the head. Anyway, I tried whistling back to the bird, but I think I scared it off, my lips were rather dry.

Music Ordered an out of print porcupine tree album from ebay. And have not stopped listening since, a good deal of the songs are present on a live album Dan copied for me but the studio versions are really something, and four chords that made a million could be one of my new favorites. At the same time I got a Therapy? Promo poster for Infernal Love. I had nowhere to put it except right next to my bed. It’s quite unsettling to wake up an discover an out of focus Irishman sporting a fake moustaches staring at you with a raised eyebrow but I expect I will acclimatise myself to it.

Christmas was ok, I went back to work at 4pm on boxing day so if anything it was brief this year, highlight in terms of presents was my flashy digital camera. Up until now I’ve been borrowing my Mums, next post expect many many photos. Particularly of News Years Eve (lets say sumo wrestler outfits and leave it at that for the moment, I have to get you all coming back).

Till I think of something else…

TTFN

Todays t-shirt: I dont get out of bed for less than a Grand.
Todays music: Porcupine Tree Four Chords that Made A Million

# posted by The Prisoner | 3:42 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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