Got it stuck in my throat
Thursday 30 May
I took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. it's not the size mate, it's how you use it. pull my finger! i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? my lord! you're a tripod. at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! yes, i used a machine gun. it's not the size mate, it's how you use it. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off.
You know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! it's not the size mate, it's how you use it. pull my finger! you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't.
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Tuesday 21 May Thoughts
Beyond Victoria the public-houses were doing a lively trade with these arrivals. At all the street corners groups of people were reading papers, talking excitedly, or staring at these unusual Sunday visitors. They seemed to increase as night drew on, until at last the roads, my brother said, were like Epsom High Street on a Derby Day. My brother addressed several of these fugitives and got unsatisfactory answers from most.
None of them could tell him any news of Woking except one man, who assured him that Woking had been entirely destroyed on the previous night.
"I come from Byfleet," he said; "man on a bicycle came through the place in the early morning, and ran from door to door warning us to come away. Then came soldiers. We went out to look, and there were clouds of smoke to the south--nothing but smoke, and not a soul coming that way. Then we heard the guns at Chertsey, and folks coming from Weybridge. So I've locked up my house and come on."
None of them could tell him any news of Woking except one man, who assured him that Woking had been entirely destroyed on the previous night.
"I come from Byfleet," he said; "man on a bicycle came through the place in the early morning, and ran from door to door warning us to come away. Then came soldiers. We went out to look, and there were clouds of smoke to the south--nothing but smoke, and not a soul coming that way. Then we heard the guns at Chertsey, and folks coming from Weybridge. So I've locked up my house and come on."
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u know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! it's not the size mate, it's how you use it. pull my finger! you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't.
Jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. my lord! you're a tripod. when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
When i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! yes, i used a machine gun. my lord! you're a tripod. pull my finger! i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. yes, i used a machine gun.
Jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. jasper: your baby is the miracle the whole world has been waiting for. my lord! you're a tripod. when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
When i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! yes, i used a machine gun. my lord! you're a tripod. pull my finger! i want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof. yes, i used a machine gun.
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Sunday 03 March Thoughts
Beyond Victoria the public-houses were doing a lively trade with these arrivals. At all the street corners groups of people were reading papers, talking excitedly, or staring at these unusual Sunday visitors. They seemed to increase as night drew on, until at last the roads, my brother said, were like Epsom High Street on a Derby Day. My brother addressed several of these fugitives and got unsatisfactory answers from most.
None of them could tell him any news of Woking except one man, who assured him that Woking had been entirely destroyed on the previous night.
"I come from Byfleet," he said; "man on a bicycle came through the place in the early morning, and ran from door to door warning us to come away. Then came soldiers. We went out to look, and there were clouds of smoke to the south--nothing but smoke, and not a soul coming that way. Then we heard the guns at Chertsey, and folks coming from Weybridge. So I've locked up my house and come on."
At the time there was a strong feeling in the streets that the authorities were to blame for their incapacity to dispose of the invaders without all this inconvenience.
He walked from Westminster to his apartments near Regent's Park, about two. He was now very anxious on my account, and disturbed at the evident magnitude of the trouble. His mind was inclined to run, even as mine had run on Saturday, on military details. He thought of all those silent, expectant guns, of the suddenly nomadic countryside; he tried to imagine "boilers on stilts" a hundred feet high.
There were one or two cartloads of refugees passing along Oxford Street, and several in the Marylebone Road, but so slowly was the news spreading that Regent Street and Portland Place were full of their usual Sunday-night promenaders, albeit they talked in groups, and along the edge of Regent's Park there were as many silent couples "walking out" together under the scattered gas lamps as ever there had been. The night was warm and still, and a little oppressive; the sound of guns continued intermittently, and after midnight there seemed to be sheet lightning in the south.
He read and re-read the paper, fearing the worst had happened to me. He was restless, and after supper prowled out again aimlessly. He returned and tried in vain to divert his attention to his examination notes. He went to bed a little after midnight, and was awakened from lurid dreams in the small hours of Monday by the sound of door knockers, feet running in the street, distant drumming, and a clamour of bells. Red reflections danced on the ceiling. For a moment he lay astonished, wondering whether day had come or the world gone mad. Then he jumped out of bed and ran to the window.
None of them could tell him any news of Woking except one man, who assured him that Woking had been entirely destroyed on the previous night.
"I come from Byfleet," he said; "man on a bicycle came through the place in the early morning, and ran from door to door warning us to come away. Then came soldiers. We went out to look, and there were clouds of smoke to the south--nothing but smoke, and not a soul coming that way. Then we heard the guns at Chertsey, and folks coming from Weybridge. So I've locked up my house and come on."
At the time there was a strong feeling in the streets that the authorities were to blame for their incapacity to dispose of the invaders without all this inconvenience.
About eight o'clock a noise of heavy firing was distinctly audible all over the south of London. My brother could not hear it for the traffic in the main thoroughfares, but by striking through the quiet back streets to the river he was able to distinguish it quite plainly.
He walked from Westminster to his apartments near Regent's Park, about two. He was now very anxious on my account, and disturbed at the evident magnitude of the trouble. His mind was inclined to run, even as mine had run on Saturday, on military details. He thought of all those silent, expectant guns, of the suddenly nomadic countryside; he tried to imagine "boilers on stilts" a hundred feet high.
There were one or two cartloads of refugees passing along Oxford Street, and several in the Marylebone Road, but so slowly was the news spreading that Regent Street and Portland Place were full of their usual Sunday-night promenaders, albeit they talked in groups, and along the edge of Regent's Park there were as many silent couples "walking out" together under the scattered gas lamps as ever there had been. The night was warm and still, and a little oppressive; the sound of guns continued intermittently, and after midnight there seemed to be sheet lightning in the south.
He read and re-read the paper, fearing the worst had happened to me. He was restless, and after supper prowled out again aimlessly. He returned and tried in vain to divert his attention to his examination notes. He went to bed a little after midnight, and was awakened from lurid dreams in the small hours of Monday by the sound of door knockers, feet running in the street, distant drumming, and a clamour of bells. Red reflections danced on the ceiling. For a moment he lay astonished, wondering whether day had come or the world gone mad. Then he jumped out of bed and ran to the window.