Heading out for 's birthday. Going out for dinner. All dressed up. Even have shirt tucked in. I never do that.
I may have gone overboard with the aftershave. I wear it so rarely now its hard to tell. Still its preferable to the stench of three day old stale tramps urine that I've been noticing on the buses lately
The woman in front is reading about Tony Fenton declaring bankruptcy in the Irish Times. I used to call an old boss of mine Tony Fenton cos he was the most annoying bollix I'd ever had the misfortune to meet. He used to call me Johnny despite me telling him,on numerous occasions that I hated being called anything that was a twist on John. The sound of his. Voice would make me want to take a hole punch to my face. A slow painful death by office equipment was better than the irritating drone that spewed regularly from his lips.
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