You're pretty sound, but he's a dick...

And Relax!

Tuesday is offically drawing to a close. Did some pretty interesting stuff today (interesting to me, not you, so i'll not bore you with the details). Enjoying the comany of good people, trusted old adversaries from the 'Liste Noir'. 

No time for philisophical thinking, got another 200+ miles to cover in the morning, then a swerve to London to hook up with a dastardly Arsenal fan. Gonna watch the footy with him if the trains run smooth, and to be fair to the creaking old network she's held together pretty well this week with a whole lotta miles behind me. 

I have to admit, I'm totally shattered. I'm not familiar with 12 hour days and I've put 2 in this week already, so my mind has very little to offer tonight other than to say that I love you, and you and you, but not you, oh, and you're pretty sound, but he's a dick.

oh, and i heard this whilst chowing down on some lush Thai food tonight; "Apparently 1 in 4 people suffer from mental illness. Have a look around this table. if the other 3 are alright it must be you...." Yep, and I wouldn't change me for world you normal Normans...

One Love

Jez

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