I'm glad I went to the pub yesterday afternoon. The warm weather had drawn people out of their homes, and brought a good number of them to our pub. I helped with collecting and washing glasses, in between playing harpsichord sonatas by Arne and JC Bach. I enjoyed it.
I didn't enjoy the evening very much. There were some lovely people there and I enjoyed seeing them. The cunt was there too. When my brother and I went outside to eat some chips, the cunt followed us and stood there talking continuously. We both lost our appetites and wasted the chips. That made me very angry and spoiled my evening, particularly when the sentence continued all night. But still, I'm always being told that he is a nice man, therefore I suppose I'm being intolerant. The people who say this have not heard what the 'nice man' says to people when no-one else can hear. It's very frustrating.
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