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    • Thursday, October 16, 2003

    Ok, you will have to travel back in time with me to last Friday, as I begin a few choice pickings of the past few weeks, starting with the saga of the drunken Legit.

    Nice lad is our Legit, quiet, well mannered, etc.

    until he relaxes, either through alcohol or being around good friends, then his other side shows through.

    On Friday, he got wrecked, beer, whiskey, tea, he drank everything. Stumbling around the house, he managed to do, amongst other things, the following: He smashed several glasses (well, at least 2) by sweeping the table with his guitar during a particularly emotional rendition of a Guns 'n Roses song. At the end of this he also hit Chudson with the guitar. Very classy. He also threw Chudson's drink all over him, and was generally abusive.

    I lost count of the number of times he said the word "Wanker." There was a pattern to it, he would get really angry and violent, then suddenly, would say;

    "...But.... Cotswold 3 man..." Offer his hand, shake, then as soon as his finger tips left the other person's "...WANKER, you fucking WANKER"

    He scared away a few visitors that night. Not to mention our own resident Mushroom was just a little scared by this personality change.

    The next morning we left for home. Have you ever seen someone throw up on a bus, into his (water proof) coat, clutched over his face tightly? No? Well, here's a little experiment you can try. Go to the nearest tap, put your hand over it tightly, and turn it on to full power. See what happens if you don't have quite enough pressure? That's what happens.

    But the train ride home is another story, and it's getting late, and I still have my beer and wine to finish.

    Now I'm tired, and I'm getting quietly drunk.
    Posted by: Complex / 11:59 am
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