Just balled my eyes out watching the death of Phil Harris.
I have known people who have died and not shed a tear, whereas if a guy off a documentary dies it will tear up my day.
I'm hopelessly upset.
Anyway, last night was fun. Finally it was my turn to spew, yet I like to think I had some style and grace to it and more importantly I carried on partying and drinking afterwards.
Uni life is still excellent.
But I miss Phil Harris more than anything in the world right now.
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