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theo:
shine down on....heh.

ya crazy diamond..
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 4:10:22 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Thanks very much. How the devil are you?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 4:13:45 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Oh for fuck's sake. She's on the phone: "Have you got the number for the Big Brother voting? I've got to vote". Jesus.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:04:51 am)

Cushca:
Who is she voting for?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:10:29 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
I'm guessing she won't vote out Adele, Alison, or Lee.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:16:43 am)

Cushca:
No. Not unless they allude to some African heritage.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:20:03 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Ah, well. There's a hierarchy. Africans are bad but white people are worse. Did you know that Sandy was in the army for 14 years?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:26:45 am)

Cushca:
Really? But I shouldn't be too surprised. People like that always have a fucked up past. Do you reckon he's still got the uniform???
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:52:19 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Do you think he'd still fit in it if he has? No offence to him of course; I think he looks very comfy now. He's married though, you know.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 6:53:29 am)

Cushca:
My lazy colleague has just gone into the fat lesbian/not lesbian's office for a gossip. When can I leave?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 7:07:36 am)

Cushca:
And she dropped a foul stench before she went and hid. How nice of her.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 7:12:06 am)

Cushca:
It smells like a farmyard here.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 8:34:38 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Cushca just rang. It really is true that everyone at the mill is an utter bastard. I think that instead of cocktail glasses or balloons there ought to be a countdown clock until she can leave that place.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 8:57:58 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Oh my God. An African just came in here and as soon as she left, my roomie sprayed air freshener all around.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 9:51:50 am)

Cushca:
Are you available to speak?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 9:52:55 am)

Cushca:
CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS.THE LOT OF THEM.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 10:26:37 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Yes. Today's been shit, by all accounts. But there is some small consolation in it being your last ever Monday at the mill.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 10:36:20 am)

Myk Murphy:
good morning, ladies. the last monday at the mill... that's gotta be a sweet thing.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 10:57:35 am)

Cushca:
Sweet. Yes.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 10:59:44 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Afternoon Murphy. Very quiet in the lounge today.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:03:54 am)

Myk Murphy:
well, the americans are off eating hot dogs and hamburgers and doing other memorial day activities. sorry for the inconvenience. i slept in... feeling lazy on a nice day like this. i saw the new star wars movie last night. gorgeous film.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:05:54 am)

Myk Murphy:
i, for one, already had my big cookout on saturday. we had a great time. volleyball, hot tub, and... get this... we learned how to play bocce! that is a terrific game... much better than horseshoes, in my most humble opinion.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:07:07 am)

Myk Murphy:
so.... when is your actual last day, respectively? did you get the job you mentioned before, cushca?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:08:17 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
What? What are you lot celebrating at the moment? We have a long weekend coming up for the Jubilee. Best thing about the royals: the holidays.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:14:18 am)

Cushca:
I do have another job, yes. Working for a charity. Although I'm not allowed to leave here yet. Much to my annoyance.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:16:24 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
You should phone in sick for the next 3 days. That'd bugger them up.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:21:58 am)

Cushca:
If I didn't have so much shit to take home, I would.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:22:57 am)

Myk Murphy:
see you ladies later.... mrs murphy and i are headed out for a nice lunch with a friend. try not to actually kill anyone between now and the end of the day. yeah, i hear they moved your holiday from today cuz of the queen's 1 million year anniversary on the throne. good for her!
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:31:57 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
You still in here bird?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:52:00 am)

Cushca:
Just about.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:53:39 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Shall we break things? Or we could just sit on the bar and swing our legs and be listless.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:57:31 am)

Cushca:
Let's try breaking things first, and then we'll sit on the bar with a drink and swing our legs. How about that? What time are you leaving? Shouldn't you have gone by now?
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 11:58:26 am)

Cushca:
She has made another farmyard smell. I'm going to skin her alive with a paperknife.
(Mon May 27, 2002 - 12:03:01 pm)