i'm sure you all remember me telling you about the girl at work i fancy a bit....she being the rebellious chalkboard scrawl to my slimy, poncy brie.......the mellors to my connie.....the girl i need to man up for...etc

well....word on the dairy aisle says she's out tonight for drinks...................

........big night, big night.......make or break....make or break.......can't be a big break bad.....need big break good...good big break.........virgo is the shoulder devil cooing that all she wants to hear about is jazz and that good article you read on the nouvelle vague in the guardian's saturday review supplement............davidson is the angel reminding me that girls love a charming devil man with the whip hand to knock about some shape into them.........davidson, davidson....jim jim, be with me jimmy lad.

i have a feeling she won't show....or she will but all huffs out to the air like a wimpy ballon withering away on a plastic rod. stuck rigid to the rod....it stands straight and attent to the end....but every second air whispers from it's lungs till the smile forms a wrinkled let down puffed out grimace........but still. exciting.