dieppe barracks

ive just walked through the shite encrusted arsehole that is my camp gate, and im staring at the clock on the wall already.

i realised recently that ive been drinking a bottle of jim beam that wasnt really jim beam at all. Even offering it to people, some of whom have been really gulping that vile dosh down. its amazing how no one noticed the sickly faded hue of the liquid or the swimming dark particles at the bottom.

I shouldve known that a spare bottle of jim lying around was too good to be true. it came back to me in a flashback......

twas the night of my twenty first birthday, a very loud and inebreiated sidney koh was helping to clear the table. Pouring all the left over soft drinks, beer, green tea, and liquor into jimmy and topping it off with stray bits of crisps and food particles from the table. He even named it the punishment drink. i must take more care to remember important events from the past, buts its good that no on has died yet, although tjinn delivered a spectacular merlion impression apon consumption of punishment.

my new camp is pretty dull, dreary and highly regimental, but ive only very recently been shot up into her rancid bloodstream so im hoping things get better with time. Nine months time actually. on a lighter note i found out that my office is a renovated toilet from the seventies. right now the highlight of my day is when a grouchy white cat comes to visit and i play with it until i have an allergic reaction.

Friday couldnt have come any sooner. looking forward to meeting jason and pei and any other mysterious ex school mates fer a sheesha at mini baghdad later.


Its october and the leaves must be turning red and starting to fall near hillside cresent and conkers must be everywhere. Arthur's Seat is probably changing colour too, getting ready to put on her winter coat against the North Sea chills. The shops in Princess street will be closed now, and the old town is probably pretty ghostly, her centuries old gothic buildings waiting silently for another inconsequential morning. wish i was there.