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I am going camping!
Posted by Anna as the evening progresses on July 10, 2009
I am going camping in the wilderness, like a rugged person.
Or, more accurately, in a campsite. Like a camping person.
I will be trying not to smell of honey, as it might attract bears.
I will also be trying not to smell of blood, as it might attract sharks. And they might come bumping down the road - or, you know, the hundred miles of road between us and the sea - in search of the blood.
And while I’m at it, I will try not to smell of … what do snakes eat? Eggs, right? I will be trying hard not to smell of egg.
But mainly because no one wants to hang out with the kid who smells of egg.
But other than that, I will be being very brave, and wilderness-like, and like a great woman of the outdoors, I will be hunting my own food.
In the sense of buying it at a shop.
Look, I don’t go camping very much.
Point was. Is. Um.
Nothing, really. I just wanted to give my mum something to read (see post below) (unless you’re my mum in which case: hey! I’m going camping!)
La la la la la.
I really need some sleep.
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It’s all gravy, boys
Posted by Anna as the evening progresses on July 10, 2009
Opposite my house, quiet, unassuming, and without a hint of trouble or fuss or noise, there is a plain-fronted building with frosted windows and a signless front door.
It is, shall we say, a gentleman’s club. A gentlemen’s club made for gentlemen who wish to enjoy the other company of other gentlemen.
Perhaps while smoking cigars.
Where, you understand, ’smoking’ might be a euphemism for something else, and ‘cigars’ definitely is (because you can’t put th"
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