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My hair smells like smoked bacon. I wonder where I’ve been walking to work this morning?

It was probably the half  bottle of champaigne in me which made me to yell “But they’re bloody compatible!” at 4:33.

There’s a certain kind of  charm in giving a banana for Valentine to a girl who hates Valentine’s day but loves bananas.

Fig palinka is a tricky but pleasant thing to drink. It also suits long talks about Important And Less Important things, like Gaiman (he writes well), irish drinking customs (they drink a lot), the inbreediness of a certain chat site, the police station in the third district, Bob Dylan, and movies, and books, and 42. Now don’t ask me what’s the connection between those, but I’m sure there was. If nothing else, the fig 

I can’t remember when had I such a talk last time that made me forget about time and I miss my last train, but I think it was worth that time as well.

There was a lot of other things I was to write about, like sometimes you go all the way to a different country to meet someone just so you can realise how people around you are as (or more) charming and enthralling, and sometimes all you need is an opportunity; but I was always blind to spot opportunities.