# you can dance, you can jive...

You dead can vote - what other privileges do you need? ;-)

I'll take that as a 'no' then ;)

No! We refuse to be oppressed by the Fascist living any longer.

You call yourselves a multicultural society, embracing all creeds and colours. You give rights to the young, the elderly - heck you even give rights to kittens. What about the deceased, eh? Suuure, you claim to give us a fair "send off", complete with ceremonies and tea parties, but then just leave us to rot! Have you ever heard of a deceased employee receiving severance payment? Do those of us who are still animate not qualify for a place in a nursing home, or social security payments?

The situation is deplorable. Rites for Dead People!

*pokes people* are you all still among the living? :P

lol, will do, hopefully i'll lose this sore throat soon too. I'm having to rely on antiseptic, anaesthetic lozenges at the mo (which makes the top of your tongue go numb as well) to get me through working at the desk :P

Considering how tired and fed up we all were, I think it went rather well, actually. And I'm pretty used to you two being coupley by now... I don't even notice it. Please poke me again about doing something... I really ought to get out more.

:) Jimmy: Hope we didn't frighten you away on friday, tiredness and couples is not always the best combination :P It was good to see you again :) We have to meet up a bit more often I think, possibly decide what we're going to do first next time though ;)

Roger that. See you then.

Jimmy: Hi, sorry, i've been meaning to poke you for several days about tomorrow but my body couldn't cope with the routine change so it was down to basic functions only ;) :P I was thinking that we could meet about 5pm in the entrance to West Quay (just inside by the jewellery shop - too much weather to stand outside!) :) We can stand around and look stupid for a bit until we decide where to go ;) I haven't poked alex about it again yet, i will send him a text when i finish work but it may well end up being just the three of us :P

Linda: Please tell me where and when I am supposed to be on Friday. If you've already told me, I have forgotten.

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.
Satan wants me for a meat hook.

Why do these omniscient, omnipresent oiks have to be so insufferably lusty?

I'd been trying to forget that mornings existed and did a very good job of it until term started again yesterday ;)

Just don't go near DIY shops on bank holidays, there are pointy (and sometimes sharp) objects there as well as crowds of people, don't want to tempt Satan ;) :P

Bank holidays are accursed. They were spawned from the very navel of Beelzebub himself.

They are an excuse for all the real shops to close, as those stores whose existence has been ignored for the rest of the year suddenly fill with people. The roads and streets, meanwhile, become a heaving mass of people all trying to go somewhere and getting nowhere, with an attendant beeping of horns and gnashing of teeth. A pervading cloud of frustration and hatred of mankind fills the air, as a day which promised so much inevitably delivers so little.

And in the darkness a little smile begins. A writhing smugness, without true form or reason, curls its filthy little toes in delight at so much suffering. Truly bank holidays are a worthy worship of He who is Evil Incarnate.

Unhappy Satan day, everyone!

Bank holidays are confusing.

I AM A BANANA!

Happy Not-Quite-So-New-Any-More Year, folks.