I'm not well myself, old boy.
I've spent the weekend in bed, and not in a good way. I was supposed to be seeing my little girl on Saturday then meeting up with my Canadian cousins for lunch and beer - instead I saw no-one, did nothing and am back at work feeling fucking weird: dizzy, sick and a little confused. Were my boss not in Chicago (not the band) I'd be off sick.

Bah fucking humbug.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 8:48, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Surely if your boss is in Chicago
he's not going to know if you're at work or not.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 8:50, Reply)

When he's away I run the business.
Were both of us absent things would rapidly turn to shit.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 8:58, Reply)

Ah, OK
Fair enough. In that case, your day is indeed shit. Sorry to hear it.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 9:01, Reply)

Are you a two man juggling act?

( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 9:01, Reply)

Pantomime horse, actually.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 9:07, Reply)

Arse end?
Bummed?
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Mon 15 Mar 2010, 9:51, Reply)

Sounds pretty similar to mine
Don't let anyone here wind you up.

Sorry to hear you couldn't see your nipper.

Now MTFU shirter.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Mon 15 Mar 2010, 8:56, Reply)