Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Man of letters, beer and organised.

1. This text from PaulV: 'The sun feels hot on my neck. Winter is dying.' Yay for spring.

2. The price of beer in Whetherspoons pubs, which makes me feel as if I am at university again. Also, the fact that they don't have background music.

3. Coming home after an evening out when I've done the washing-up for the day.
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