I dreamt
that I opened an upmarket (ie £15-odd a head) fish and chip restaurant in my local area. It's actually a fucking good idea, seeing as I'm in heart of the old East End (and thus arguably the home of fish and chips) and it's now chock full of trendy spastics who would appreciate the ironic twist of paying three times the price for a few wanky chairs and some Kray Twins pics.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 5 May 2010, 9:08, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

The general populace of Hoxton and Shoreditch are insufferable cunts
And I would encourage you to exploit such a market and make a fortune out of money they'd only otherwise spend on stupid hats and androgynous jeans.

How the devil are you this fine morning?
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:06, Reply)

Feeling a bit rough actually, through no fault of my own.
You?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:09, Reply)

Generally more irritable and misanthropic than usual
No idea why, probably should have just gone to bed a bit earlier. But at least "irritable" is a more energetic mood than yesterday's "confused and glib," so maybe I'll be able to use it constructively and get some work done...at least in the vein of "Grrr! FUCK OFF, WORK! ROAAAR!"
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:13, Reply)

Welcome to my world, young man.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:23, Reply)

And yet somehow this territory feels so familiar...
Still, how come you're feeling so rough this morning - general malaise or did you unwittingly trigger an allergic reaction by passing too close to a Bowie record on your way home?
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 5 May 2010, 10:28, Reply)