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That should do it.

Life on the hard shoulder, when is the next play/run?

Next play is October - if we get enough submissions of short plays for the anthology format. West Midlands writers are letting us down. Half-marathon is also in October. I'll have to take it to the limit.

I can't wait to greet Julius in the West End only to be told by his minders to move along and stop bothering him.

West End is unlikely, but you never know. I may get there in the long run.

I've got a peaceful easy feeling you are being a little humble, Jules. I can't tell you why... but I'm quite sure you'll be doing West End productions before hell freezes over.

I'm glad someone is eagle-eyed PJ.

Don't be so modest, just takes a bit of inspiration and/or luck and you're snorting coke out of Meryl Street's bum crack.

Shame that Meryl Streep wasn't available for that part.

The word "Snowflake" is the worst kind of banter.

Morning, Fist!

Hello.

That’s very offensive,

F**k you.

Was never like that in back in my day - "You talking to me, snowflake?" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Thy_Neighbour_(1972_TV_series)

Haha, blimey, just looking at some of those terms used back then, is nuts.

Aw come on Barbie... just one drink with Eddie...

Morning fam.

Fist.

Morning rick.
It's raining again
Oh no my love's at an end.

Morning, Jules

Alas I don't know the music reference, but I am still glad I didn't wake up in a tent in a field at Download.

It was Supertramp.

There's always the Eurythmics - Here comes Lorraine again, falling on my head like a memory.

Morning Rick and Jules.

No need to get up-tighter.

I suppose the cricket will be affected in Nottingham. I hope not. I was quite looking forward to this fixture.

Not my era, Jules, though my musical knowledge in general is pretty poor.

Morning, Peej, yeah the middle lands are awash from what I can gather from reports, as the aforementioned Download festival is in Leicestershire just next to Notts.

Though Jules is better placed than I for first hand knowledge.

Morning all.

Said hello to the friendly Cockney dog-walker this morning and his greeting was "f*cking summer" though, being a Cockney, it came out as "fuh-ing summer". He fronted up to the clouds when he said it, hope for their sake they're gone by tomorrow.

Oh yeah.. the Download Festival.

(snicker causes coffee to go down backwards and come out through nostrils... all over timesheet.)

I wanted to work "too bad I'm losing a friend" into my post, I like to give a little bit in these casual conversations.

Didn't see your f*ck you yesterday Rick, or I would've lolled out loud.

Well you've got a bloody right to say that.

Hilarious that Cockney dog walker. That's the London I remember... full of characters, always so positive about the weather.

I will take a delayed lol out loud, Galts.

I believe it is good for you to speak to strangers, so you are probably, both mentally and physically, healthy as f**k now, Galts.

Good to know. I'll encourage Galted Jr to speak to as many strangers as possible.

At the end, don't forget to say 'Goodbye stranger'.

That's logical.

TGI Fistday!

Good evans that's some good wordplay.

Sicond.

I'm a confused tird.

I'm all froth again.

Not in the tiny bubbles sense; in this sense: worthless or insubstantial talk, ideas, or activities.

Fist! Yes!

Sicond.

G'day Galts... how's it going?

Can you see Taunton through your high-powered binocuars from the Breakfast Bar of the Shard? Is it raining? (I could do with an early night...)

I'm made up for you, Galts.

Good weekend?

Hello PJ, hope you're well.

Weather was ok from what I remember, though I was half asleep on my walk.

Unfortunately I'm forced to work in a basement with the Angry Kiwi and several other undesirables and so am forced to rely on the BBC for weather reports.

Cheers, Rick. Missed out on the Euromillions again but a surprise Fist! has certainly made up for it.

I bet it did.

Fisting - because no-one else can be @rsed.

Cheers, Julius. It's good that there's always someone willing to pitch in when the others are indisposed/unarsed.

Fist.

Morning, notches.

Morning, only just realised that I'm yesterday's michaelsing champion with an epic effort.

Great work, is all well with you?

All good thanks. How's life in the icy wasteland we've come to call The North?

Tundraesque, it is bound to be annoying the chavvy families who treat the city centre water feature like a centre parcs swimming pool complete with towels and picnic.

So this cheers me up a bit.

I nearly got hypothermia just watching those fans in T-shirts at Old Trafford yesterday. Brave souls.

Where's Jules? Probably warming up the helicopter...

Morning all. Sorry, overslept - butler's day off.

Not tonight Olive... I've got 'eadache.

Fist it is then.