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Sorry about this, but I need to discharge...

Went for lunch today with three great friends in a restaurant nearby. The owner's a friend, so as the others disappear, I decide to hang on in there with a bottle of horrid stuff and swap stories.

We poddle our way through a decent amount of disgusting spirit, and the owner suggests that we might go back to his mum's place for a squint at the view and a last drink (no, you dirty minded little fuckers, it wasn't meant that way... unless he's lied about the girlfriend I met and the pictures he showed me...)

Arrive back at his mum's place, and indeed the view is great. However the restaurant owner suddenly comes in from the adjoining flat in floods of tears, saying that his brother has just hung himself.

I won't go into what I saw. The police have arrived and gone, and I fear that the little restaurant next door won't be open for a while.

I only wish that Jeremy Beadle were still there to tell me it's just a joke.

The only time I want the wee tosser, and he's not there.

No celebrities when you want them...
(groover j lazerus, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 20:30, 2 replies)

Oh hell
you have my sympathy.

Had that in my family. Your friend will need all the support he can get. I hope you are up to helping him, bless him. And you.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 22:45, closed)

Kind words...
... much appreciated.

Will do my best.
(groover j lazerus, Sat 10 Oct 2009, 23:38, closed)