The adventures of the young and often lucky-as-hell Curly on his way to bring down the evil dictator, locate the buried nazi gold and ultimately come face to face with the Holy Grail - Nelly Furtado. On the way I'll be perfecting my David Seaman impression and meeting as many people as possible. After that I'll go home for a nice cup of tea, and perhaps some cake too. I'm trying to give up tea but wouldn't object to a cup if a nice old lady offered - that would just be rude, wouldn't it?
This isn't going so well any more, is it?
Curly just about managed to write this @ 2:36 pm
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It all started in a village near Aberystwyth, the heavy snow signalled my arrival into this world. Kings kneeled, maidens swooned and the government started on legislation that would lead to 24 hour licences in bars. This is my time.
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Congrats on your redundancy. Now you can write a redundancy blog. Or a celebrity party blog, whichever you have more material for.
It's a nice time of year to be redundant: work on that tan.
Welcome to the jobless army.x
Oh, no, you are just as bad as me! I fear one day a war will break out of blog-readers and they will be slamming on my front door demanding tales and more tales! We must continue writing, Chris, before this nightmare turns into reality!!! ;)
I love you.
Seri, this blog needs updating. Stuff has happened.
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