Yeah, just a bit. I nearly died when scaling the stairs of Dulcimer in Chorlton, so you should probably give it a miss.
Says the man who drank a few nips of bourbon today on top of last night's diclaz, popped a modafinil and then a cheeky clonaz half an hour ago. I'm lucky I have a sedentary job and am regarded as being eccentric.
I'd go (single-pitch) rock climbing on small bumps of ket or mxe. Made me feel lighter and more supple and more excited. But that was all roped in. Ahh, drugs an ropes
Plain clothes MOD now then Sam?
Plain clothes MOD now then Sam?
Just because he has a sedentary job and is seen as eccentric? I don't think that's quite enough to be a mod... mods also need to merge posts, start new megathreads, slap the degenerates around a bit with the respectfulness requirements, deal with evelvibe/raas, exude airs,
Ministry of Defence?
I'm, ahem, not on their side.
At this point I seem to have given up and am looking at kittens (aww) and planning things while freezing my tits off huddled up in bed. Boo. Might be tempted to have a little test of the meth that turned up yesterday once it gets to a more sociably acceptable hour. I think 7 sounds about right. I can always sleep on my long arse train journey tonight after all.
am regarded as being eccentric.
Ok! Right.. I am not going to get hysterical and stupid anymore.