well I’m still alive.. barely. A 150 mile round trip in a sweaty minibus full of soap dodging students isn’t really what I needed after the night of slippery nipple abuse I’d had the night previous, but what can you do. The lecture was shit too. Some french guy with a lisp talking about cuban typography and ’scween pwinting’. He was like that midget bloke from moulin rouge. What was his name again..? Pascal. Anyway, i’m sold on Glasgow.. Never thought I’d say it, but i’m inclined to think its prettier than the beloved burger. Only problem is, its full of jakey bastards like dave.. =)
{ 23 01 2003 }
23-Jan-03 at 1:30 pm | Permalink
The midget bloke from Moulin Rouge was Toulouse Lautrec, played in the film by John Leguizamo who in real life is not a midget.
23-Jan-03 at 1:44 pm | Permalink
*goes home to flagellate herself with barbed wire*
Cant believe that went straight over my head. The graphic designers are laughing at me. Of course it was toulouse Lautrec. I am SUCH A FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE MONGOL* AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH.
*ed – pls note changed spelling
23-Jan-03 at 2:25 pm | Permalink
> Pascal
A shit programming language as well.
> Leguizamo is not a midget
…but he instead occupies that indefinite territory between dwarf and short-arse.
24-Jan-03 at 9:25 am | Permalink
what are you talking about? he’s a fucking midget, you myopic fudd (new word from col @ art school. Dir – glasgow? means fanny aparently..like it.) He’d have to stand on his tip toes to give you a blowjob.