Gert
Sitting on a bus trapped in the perfect gridlock. Total impasse and stalemate.
| Sitting outside a pub having been for a helicopter ride over London |
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| delightful being a neutral can say - 'jammy bastards/scouse twat' in one breath |
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| @Pewari: Twitter is the nearest I get to liveblogging... |
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| forget the previous frivolity someone died http://tinyurl.com/5qgj5p |
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| Apparently its an RTA involving a prison van. "accident" - you decide... |
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| Its as exciting as the last riot. We've not had one for years. |
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| Brixton is closed. Blue lights everywhere. And air ambulance. |
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| remembering I have a Twitter account |
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| intending to stay up as long as it takes for the Number ones of Which Decade (or until I decide it's bedtime) |
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| watching Jimmy wrap Mummy's Mother Day present |
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| just discovering that Jimmy's first job was 'making up parcels'...how useful!!! |
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| Panicking about possibly the biggest finding of my career. Oh fuck, why me. |
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| In an old-style blogmeet. Yes, really... |
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| Marvelling at how quiet London is. Knowing it won't last... |
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| wishing I wasn't going to work |
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| realising I ought to be packing bag for 'back to school' tomorrow. And setting alarm. And ironing... |
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| blogging while listening to Brahms 1st symphony |
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| On a bus with Douglas Hurd. Not sure Maggie would approve. |
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| Feeling increasingly convinced I was Trinny 'n' Susanna in a previous life... |
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