I hated university. I used to get my best sleep during lectures. Sytems theory? Systems shitry more like. If I could go back and do uni again, I would do it at Exeter. Nice surroundings, pleasant staff and hotsexygirls. At one stage I asked Ade if we were actually in Latvia. He said that we were still in good ol' England. I thought my suit would make me a desirable catch, but it didn't. Next time I go there, I'm wearing a wet suit.
Ade was still a bit jumpy about upsetting the Nam vet at the service station, yesterday. He was driving quite eratically and made me nervous. Despite his degraded state of calmness, he managed to park his Juggernaut into the tightest of car parking spaces. I was impressed. I was congratulating him til he realised with horror that he'd lost his laptop. I asked him if he was worried about those Iranian nuclear power plant plans that were on it and he said he wasn't. I don't believe him. The laptop later turned up with its secrets intact. All it had on it were a bunch of podcasts and emails to the Jane Austen society.
In one of our meetings, I impressed everyone with a fancy leather binder that had a built in calculator. Ade and I spent a few minutes displaying "BOOBS" on the liquid crystal display. The customer clearly approved. I could almost taste my christmas bonus.
We headed back home. At Fleet services (nom nom), we were accosted by this villeinous sort who blurted something like this to us:
"Ere mister, you know where the girls toilets are?"
She was covered in tattoos and her daughter was squirming uncomfortably. Later on, I saw her again in Burger king with her boyfriend/partner in crime who had his top off and was also covered in tattoos. I should have directed her to the trash compactor. Do service stations have trash compactors? I made a mental note to google it later.
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