April 9th, 2004

Today I are be mostly …getting shat on by a seagull.

What’s the deal with people saying it’s good luck? It’s
not bloody good luck, its bad, bad luck. Actually it’s not luck
at all – more accurately it’s a low probability event, which foreshadows
nothing but a red face now, and a dry cleaning bill in the near future.

Also, and I don’t know if this is something specific to seagulls
(I certainly don’t recall it being the case on either of the two
previous occasions I’ve been bulls-eyed), it stinks. Badly. And
people laugh.

Lara, using a new kind of logic previously unknown to me, has bought
a lottery ticket for tonight’s draw on my behalf. Let hope that
unlike the guano itself, the guano good-luck rubs off.

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