Saturday 29 November 2008

Friday night 13

What is it about nails in doors that makes them so lifeless?

Anyway despite it being so quiet we learned of the problems pickled song bird eater has staying on his feet and from a guy who's tied up his boat for the winter - cos although on a perfect night like tonight - that sea's like glass - and he could spend the night pulling up creels and make £1500 easy - he prefers to stay around at home being a 'general c*nt'.

General c*nt is a common term hereabouts. There's something about it I find endearing.

We walked home from the pub with Ailsa, naming the constellations and spotting shooting stars. It was cold - very crisp under foot - and wonderful.

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