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Apparently, modern man shares much of his DNA with Chimpanzees

Last weekend was Fun, in places. Saturday I was a crazed and over nervous social butterfly, careening between people, and shouting at Ben.

And then later, Brutalizing him.



Sunday was a lot more relaxed, a bunch of us sitting around by the river, talking about boats, swans, ugly, ugly people, and the deviant sexual practices of some of our mates.
I actually properly spoke to people, especially Munch who I never really seem to talk to at meets.

Verdict = Ace.

Later though, Team Paul's favourtite short person Sky ended up stranded in filthy london. Whilst G did a knight in shining armour routine, I guarded the car.

The trick when you sit in a car for any length of time, is occupying your mind. I've been reading a lot of James Ellroy recently, and I started pretending I was on stakeout.

Ordinarily, this would be fine, but I have an over active imagination. pretty soon I was inventing a whole back story.

Transients left gutted in storm drains, posed, nightmare stuff. Brass wants it buried, no angle to play, all scum.
Work the streets, shake down snitches and no mark losers for infomation, no leads. City howls like a hungry animal. Drink too much, pop beaucoup bennies, keep it nailed down tight.

The street trash leers, saxophones bleats like a dying animal, lose control, beat a name out of a high class pimp running boys to the studio stars, leave him weeping in his own piss and broken teeth. face like butchered meat.

The rain feels like a baptism.

Luckily Handsome G turned up before I took it too far.

Hooray for G!

What've you been up to?