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On and On. I admit it, I don't hate all customers all the time, after all. I mean, yeah, most of the time they're the lowest of the low, the most odious creatures to ever pull themselves out of the primordial soup with a tartan shopping trolley dragging behind them. Occasionally though, they can surprise you. Like the guy that had lost the watch I found last week. I handed it in because it was old, battered and what the hell do I need another watch for? Oh - and it was the right thing to do, obviously. So, this guy that I've never met, he comes in to collect it and leaves a card to say thanks. He gave me £50 as a gesture of thanks (...for a drink. One? I can buy bottles of the stuff!). I love this man. Seriously. I'd kiss him if I could - although that'd make it seem like I was soliciting... Therefore, I like customers today. Well, for the moment. And only the ones I never have to serve - or meet. Uh - anyone know what it means if you have a dream with a thunderstorm? And lightning? Lightning that moves across the sky in a continuous bolt like a laser beam preparing to sever the Bond family jewels their home? Am I completely losing it? And does asking too may questions like this get really tiring after a while? Yes. Yes, it does. I think the drooling in my sleep was an unfortunate coincidence, rather than a related symptom of my nocturnal meanderings, incidentally. Dave xx p.s. Do me a favour and tell Almostgold if you've heard of the Longpigs, because I never thought they were all that obscure until now. p.p.s. Actually, don't tell her, because lots of you have already and she's got the point. Ta, though.
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