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Beer-fuelled
Nov. 19th, 2005 03:36 amRight. In the best traditions of Orange Goblin (listen to the bonus tracks on Coup De Grace if you don't believe me) I am probably too plastered for it to be advisable for me to be posting here.
For a long time now I have been meaning to relate something that always seems very important at the time. In the ladies at the Hobgoblin in Brighton, there are some curious pieces of graffiti. Fresh when they were last repainted about two years ago, there appeared figures on the doors. I've tried taking camera phone pictures but it's too dark in there. Both feature a capital M that looks like it's meant to identify them but I'm none the wiser. One is a sort of R2D2-like droid. Above it, perhaps unrelated, is a dialogue between an old woman and an old punk where the old woman says "Luv, did no-one tell you punk is dead?" and the saggy-eyed ageing punk looks aghast and distraught. In the other cubicle there is an angel. Okay, a naked girl, but one with irrational amounts of perk and cute hair and serious hips. And a large M apparently tattooed on her arse. Underneath her, however, from very early on, lives the following conversation.
"Have a shit and fuck off"
"What if I'm constipated?"
To which there are three replies:
"Don't have a shit and fuck off"
"Use a plunger" and
"Contract dysentery".
Yes, anyway, there's reasons I like the Hob. Some would argue that the fact that they serve til 1 on Friday nights is one, of course. And I only went down there for a quiet couple of pints to relieve the academic tedium, what with this here project supposed to be being in on Monday and all and the prototype not working properly yet. Anyone know much about transformer coils? I'm only getting 8V out when I really need 50V.
For a long time now I have been meaning to relate something that always seems very important at the time. In the ladies at the Hobgoblin in Brighton, there are some curious pieces of graffiti. Fresh when they were last repainted about two years ago, there appeared figures on the doors. I've tried taking camera phone pictures but it's too dark in there. Both feature a capital M that looks like it's meant to identify them but I'm none the wiser. One is a sort of R2D2-like droid. Above it, perhaps unrelated, is a dialogue between an old woman and an old punk where the old woman says "Luv, did no-one tell you punk is dead?" and the saggy-eyed ageing punk looks aghast and distraught. In the other cubicle there is an angel. Okay, a naked girl, but one with irrational amounts of perk and cute hair and serious hips. And a large M apparently tattooed on her arse. Underneath her, however, from very early on, lives the following conversation.
"Have a shit and fuck off"
"What if I'm constipated?"
To which there are three replies:
"Don't have a shit and fuck off"
"Use a plunger" and
"Contract dysentery".
Yes, anyway, there's reasons I like the Hob. Some would argue that the fact that they serve til 1 on Friday nights is one, of course. And I only went down there for a quiet couple of pints to relieve the academic tedium, what with this here project supposed to be being in on Monday and all and the prototype not working properly yet. Anyone know much about transformer coils? I'm only getting 8V out when I really need 50V.