I am on a course near Ascot. My bedroom is cold. The food is quite nice, apart from the porridge. I do not hate everyone on the course. Not much of it is relevant anyway.
Horses who don't know they're horses are still horses.
The thought of you wandering around the course not finding much of it relevant is beautifully melancholy.
(Rita made Lurch top dog. She had Kath Maxwell kidnapped, and then everyone went 'OH YOU CAN BE TOP DOG AGAIN YAY!!!!' and Rita said "I think Lurch should do it," and everyone laughed and Rita glared at them and said "Are you gonna disagree with *me*???" and they shook their heads and made Lurch top dog, and IT IS SMASHING.)
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Date: 2011-01-31 03:36 pm (UTC)The thought of you wandering around the course not finding much of it relevant is beautifully melancholy.
(Rita made Lurch top dog. She had Kath Maxwell kidnapped, and then everyone went 'OH YOU CAN BE TOP DOG AGAIN YAY!!!!' and Rita said "I think Lurch should do it," and everyone laughed and Rita glared at them and said "Are you gonna disagree with *me*???" and they shook their heads and made Lurch top dog, and IT IS SMASHING.)