nicklocking

Still in Farnham at Mark's, pissing about while he's in the bath. Went out with a load of his mates last night, and in a dramatic reversal of the norm, _I_ turned _Mark's_ friends against _him_! Another glorious victory. Mark was kind enough to give me an amazingly embarassing moment as he told the rather attractive barmaid that I fancied the arse off her, but despite a lot of slightly too passive flirting it all came to nothing. We went and saw some fireworks but it was utterly uninspiring and as soon as James Cunt came on the loudspeakers we immediately exfiltrated. We decided that we'd have gotten a lot more enjoyment, saved a lot more time and felt slightly more gangsta if we'd just burned five pound notes in front of the people charging admission.

I imagine a lot of people are still reeling from the emotional powerhouse that was our rendition of Unchained Melody. That one really came from the heart, and I think it shows. Actual emotion is new to me in my capacity as a soulless machine who doesn't understand this thing you humans call 'feeling' but I think I'm really getting the hang of it.