I'm off on one...
Have been to the Hospital this morning as i am going deaf and had a series of scientific tests performed on my lugholes. The conclusion was that i am not picking up certain frequancies but it is probably a mild tintinus which means rock and roll made me deaf (sweet jebus i am harcore). Or i have got an acute selectivness as to what i choose to hear (TV) and what i choose to ignore (any audiable instruction). Either way, to put my mind to rest my cranium/mandible/noggin is going to be placed in a scrutinous tunnel whilst my cranium/mandible/noggin undergoes an MRI scan (cool huh?)
On my casual stroll back to the office i stopped at Mrs Miggins' Pie Shop for a pork pie and a Capri Sun. My stroll was ruined by the fact i was at the office too soon and back at the grind stone grinding souls into damnation for the crackwhore leviathan of a boss which seems to find it amusing to provide me with false hopes of her ever becoming an intillectual elite in order to understand how to use her email client which she has been constantly using for the last 3 years works.
Mrs Miggins' Pie Shop is amazing... they even do the infamous Lasagne Pie.
You will find this place on no website, phone book. I stumbled up on it one morning when i missed the bus and my shoe broke and a car drove through a huge puddle soaking me head to toe. it was rather strange. I had
never noticed it before.
Inside the shop there is allsortsd of old victorian/georgian photos in wooden frames. It has a very low ceiling so you have to kinda bend down to get through the door. The floor is like a dark oak colour (probably original floorboarding) but it doesn't creak.
The old lady, i assume to be Mrs Miggins, has soft grey eyes and a slight
cornish accent which whistles every time she say's anything with an 's' in it. She only has a few whiskers and is probably in her mid seventees. She
always call me "Handsome" which is eerie to say the least and probably a bit of a pork pie itself. The real strange thing about it is that, I mentioned it to my boss who has no idea where it is and when i try and explain, i can't remember!
On my casual stroll back to the office i stopped at Mrs Miggins' Pie Shop for a pork pie and a Capri Sun. My stroll was ruined by the fact i was at the office too soon and back at the grind stone grinding souls into damnation for the crackwhore leviathan of a boss which seems to find it amusing to provide me with false hopes of her ever becoming an intillectual elite in order to understand how to use her email client which she has been constantly using for the last 3 years works.
Mrs Miggins' Pie Shop is amazing... they even do the infamous Lasagne Pie.
You will find this place on no website, phone book. I stumbled up on it one morning when i missed the bus and my shoe broke and a car drove through a huge puddle soaking me head to toe. it was rather strange. I had
never noticed it before.
Inside the shop there is allsortsd of old victorian/georgian photos in wooden frames. It has a very low ceiling so you have to kinda bend down to get through the door. The floor is like a dark oak colour (probably original floorboarding) but it doesn't creak.
The old lady, i assume to be Mrs Miggins, has soft grey eyes and a slight
cornish accent which whistles every time she say's anything with an 's' in it. She only has a few whiskers and is probably in her mid seventees. She
always call me "Handsome" which is eerie to say the least and probably a bit of a pork pie itself. The real strange thing about it is that, I mentioned it to my boss who has no idea where it is and when i try and explain, i can't remember!
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