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What the fuck?
Where’s the text?
Is this Huggh’s new bird?
To deconfuse the situation: The amazing Mister Hugh is down in London for the weekend with his lovely g/f Helen. We went out for Patatas Bravas at the tapas restaurant in Southgate.
What are you doing on the internet at 9.30 on a Saturday evening?
I’m still fucking ill, so the internet is the most exciting my life gets. In fact, I was round Will’s making a CD for my Dad’s Christmas present. Cheap!
What, so Hugh comes down and doesn’t ring me? tell him he’s a rude shitewad and I will forever hold this against him. The git. Maybe.
Seriously though, bad show all round.
He’s back down in just over a week for xmas. Don’t get your weightlifters leotard in a knot.
All is forgiven.
Apart from the “hold it against him forever” bit.
You can try and ‘hold it against him forever’ but eventually he’s bound to go outside, and then you’ll have to put it away, or risk frostbite and/or arrest.
Sorry to rain on your parade.
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