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fandomtownies2011-10-17 05:53 pm
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Caritas, Monday
A week at home (even if most of it had been spent ducking certain parties who were- understandably- less than pleased with him after the debacle that had been his last visit) had been oddly refreshing. Plus, he got to make at least a half-dozen people kiss a fish. That was always hilarious.
But now he was back in Fandom and back to work as usual.
"...No, Tino, I don't have any knockers, what the hell."
But now he was back in Fandom and back to work as usual.
"...No, Tino, I don't have any knockers, what the hell."
Stage!
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
Bar!
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
Lounge!
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
Back Room!
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head till the the twelve bells at noon
OOC!
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
*FLOPS* SO MUCH WORK TO DO YOU GUYS, SO MUCH. /o\