You walk through Oakley and all the curtains start twitching, as the locals gaze in wonder at your symmetrical facial features, and even number of digits.
I think its in Alloa where there's two or three roundabouts that have been turned into a one way system, the sign for it looks bloody weird, half roundabouts stuck together.
I was in on Monday and it was a quid a drink, think I'll be back for some more of that
The toilets are weird as f**k though... I really don't need to see 4000 reflections of myself taking a slash.
Took me just as long to get from Dunfermline to Dalgety Bay on the bus, as it did from Stirling to Dunfermline.
Bloody buses taking obscure routes via places where no humans live
Just drove back from Stirling, and the last three tracks that played were Aqualung by Jethro Tull, Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Thin Lizzy's Whiskey in the Jar.
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Were you not planning on driving instruction as a career at one point?
I don't know why I can remember that, it was probably a fleeting idea in about February 2006.
Clearly there is... s'called P&B.
For the record, I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt that is creased to f**k. I'm mildly hungover, and I'd have to clear my entire desk to iron, so it's just not going to happen.
I have not. If I do, think I might have to slappabitch.
Roll-ups (regular ones...) seem to be making some sort of come-back, though.
I'd hate to have to spend any time at Edinburgh Uni - all these wankers seem to be rejects from there.
I think I'll continue.
What is it with fucking scarves anyway? A scarf and a t-shirt? You don't look "cool", or "indy" - you look like a cock. You are a cock. Stop it. Stop being a cock.
Don't get me started on folk who wear b*****ding trilby's, too.