It wasn't that nice an evening. And how would you know what the flat was like after you'd left?Originally Posted by Sir C
That would be the last time I was in there, as well.
Seven years, really? Madness. I seem to recall that it was a lovely spring evening but that when I left you the flat felt bleak, cold and lonely.
But yeah, you're right.I didn't cry or nuffink, though. I'm not a poof.
It's 14 years since I moved into my house. On the first day it felt like the emptiest place on earth.It wasn't that nice an evening. And how would you know what the flat was like after you'd left?
But yeah, you're right.
Yes. It takes a while for that feeling to go. I can remember weekends when g wasn't down with me when I literally couldn't wait for work to start again on the Monday.It's 14 years since I moved into my house. On the first day it felt like the emptiest place on earth.
Was that why you invented that character? I can't even remember his name now, the over enthusiastic chap who was somewhere on the spectrum. And probably a register or two.
Not this again.
Okay but what was his name?
modd, wasn't it? Lovely chap. Quite mad.
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