It's Andrew Quince's birthday today and Fay hasn't bought him a present ha! Ha! I think i'll stick with Boris and Oscar for the guinea pigs. 4 days to go. I've just had a brilliant plan I will write a valentines card to myself and pretend it's from someone else that will get my mum guessing. I hope Andrew gets drunk at his party and has a hangover tomorrow it will serve him right!
So jealous, so vindictive, so deluded.
'Brilliant plan'? Really? Is that really a brilliant plan? Is that even a plan? Do you think I even did it? And who am I trying to trick? Not the woman of my dreams who may become slightly intrigued by the fact I have a secret admirer? My best friend who may be jealous of the fact I have someone after me? Nope... my mum; the person in the world most likely to be able to spot the fact it was from me in the 1st place. I sincerely hope that I am not still like this little dweeb in the most part.
And what do you think the chances of Andrew getting drunk at his 11th birthday party were eh?
(on a very serious note here, Andrew died a few years back – we really got on at school and although I hadn't seen him since his brief spell working in the same factory in the summer of 97 it was still hard to hear of his untimely death, RIP chap.)
Funny stuff mate. You need to post on here more often!
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