1:52 a.m., 18.03.04
All things green and spewy.

Ah, St. Paddy's day. The one day of the year I'm ashamed I ever went to Ireland.

The only remarkable thing to report about my St. Patrick's day happened on the way to the pub. Some old guy got hit by a car in front of us. His wrist was dangling limp and extended like E.T.'s.

As it turned out, that was from an injury long before and there was very little wrong with him apart from the fact that he was so smashed on whiskey that all he could say was "I'm Mike. I need to pee."

And I held him sitting upright while the paramedics checked his various bones for fractures. It was like a sort of lottery to see how long I could hold onto him before he pissed his pants.

What else is news? Nous and I interviewed our outstanding candidate for a threesome the other night. It's going to be an MFM (the ergonomics and practicality of two girls and a guy sort of elude me at this juncture, although I'm willing to be convinced at a later stage), and sadly one of the things I'd feared happened.

We met up in a pub. He's a big time shipping industry honcho - you might know his name if you knew anything about the business - and we got to talking.

She sat next to him, me on the other side of the table. I think that was the big mistake. Get two guys and a girl together and what's likely to happen? The guys get blokey.

So we bloked away for a couple of hours and Nous was pretty much left out of a situation that was pretty much engineered to be all about her. I don't think it's gonna happen with this fellow.

And that's fine. Plenty of time to learn about these things.

Oh, one other thing - I'm looking for a house again. If anybody knows of a good place around North Melbourne, or at least close-ish to the uni or the city, let me know!

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