I can't take it any more, I am struggling to do any more studying, if I read anymore cack about bluddy strategies, philosophies or functions, I will go mad..... in fact there I go, that’s me right next to the giraffe on a pogo-stick. I would be the one wibbling my fish but warwick took them all in payment for my certification certificate...He told me I could just show that to the university and I wouldn’t need to sit any exams for my Ph(u)d.
I have come to the conclusion that “enough is enoughâ€, it’s just far too much for one man to take, what with the revision, newbies lost in the corridors, t‘n’h and flapjackboy playing with their light-sabers “fzzzzzsssshhh†& “shwwwwooooomvvv†ing whilst jumping on the beds, stealing my good sheets to use as cloaks and cowels. I can’t even have a quiet read of my notes over a coffee in Tescos without some Tool asking if I was “up for itâ€
So if anybody wants me, I have decided to take up residence in a treehouse in SH gardens overlooking easy lay-by number 121. I would appreciate if you could keep the car-door banging and giggling down to a minimum, and no you cant come up to “use my bed†because I don’t have one.
I have found a load of wood round the back of SH towers I believe to be superfluous SXBOYs’ poles, and a rug, which might have belonged to the Sarge, (I think he used it on his head). I have my old shrivelled bean bag for sitting on and throw cushions left over from the GFZ that seem to have some kind of stains on them (looks like sour cream dip). And a half empty homemade lava lamp (don’t know what that is floating about in it)
So I am looking for some furniture for my new gaff and maybe sarge could provide the keys to the shower block, otherwise I might be a bit niffy by the weekend.
Wild willy
3rd tree from the left
layby 121
SH gardens