Seems David's and James's attempt at a reunion last night
didn't go too well. Nobody's heard from David since. I've spent the night driving round London searching people's allotments for cabbage patches.
Unfortunately, there are a hell of a lot of allotments in London.
When I find him, I'm going to
hug the living daylights out of him, I don't care what he says kill him. And then I'm going to use my new rocket launcher to blow up his house.
I'll claim you were bullying me because of my sexual orientation.I may not be as military orientated as you, but I've spent the last nine years of my life having anger issues and plotting the deaths of various Labour and Conservative MPs. I am imaginative.
Fine. It's a good thing conscription ended before I was born, isn't it?
Can I stay in your cabbage patch again tonight?Perhaps I should let him try. I could do with a workout and it might make him feel better.I'd be good at reacting to "Don't Ask Don't Tell" at the very least.