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DP wants me to sing at work. He asked me how many Tom Jones tunes I knew. Only one came to mind at the moment (It's not Unusual), but a couple more have crept into my mind since then. Oh dear. I really hope he doesn't ask me to sing. *hides all glassware in a kilometer radius*
So tonight was good. Things actually turned out the way things were planned to turn out. Well, maybe not planned to turn out per se, but.. ah, whatever. It's all good.
Man, I'm thirsty.
Friday, June 22, 2001 at 10:44:32 (UTC)
Singing at work? What?
Must be one of those wierd North American workplace things...
MJO
Friday, June 22, 2001 at 10:45:37 (UTC)
oops - weird
MJO
Friday, June 22, 2001 at 19:22:28 (UTC)
Actually MJO old chap, he's from England! I was going to ask you if you were being forced into hard singing labour on that side of the pond.
QYV
Saturday, June 23, 2001 at 16:46:37 (UTC)
Orgasm day, eh? Fine..
As for the singing, did he work in a mental institution? The stereotype of reserved english people is still very, very true at work. Give them a drink and they're completely insane, but work is very buttoned down.
MJO
Monday, June 25, 2001 at 03:13:36 (UTC)
Actually, them English folk can really hold their liquor can't they? Must be in the genes.
QYV
Monday, June 25, 2001 at 08:56:09 (UTC)
The one truly Scottish person I ever met could really hold his liquor. The english vary. It's still quite true though - they're insane once they've had one too many - brawls and general fighting are a major problem around 11pm when the pubs close.
MJO