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| 6 November, 1979 |
[November the 6th, 2009] |
Ned says I should write something because I haven't in a while. Sorry, Ned. I'll try to do better in the future, Ned.
Well, well. What can I write? As you know, Quidditch is off for two weeks, even though that's the least of everyone's worries right now.
Then there's the same old rubbish otherwise.
And that about sums it up, thank you.
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| 18 October, 1979 |
[October the 18th, 2009] |
Usually I don't feel compelled to thank anyone on the other team after a match, but I'm willing to break character. Melinda Robertson, my eternal gratitude to you for making sure I didn't doze off after the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh hour of that match yesterday. Odd tactics, going almost solely for the beater on the opposing team, but that isn't me judging anyone. Much. Way to take it down to caveman level, Robe
Nora love, if she doesn't know how to read doesn't have a journal, be so kind as to pass that along for me?
( Gwen MacDougal, Morgan MacDougal, Angus MacDougal )
( Nora Alderton )
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| 6 October, 1979 |
[October the 6th, 2009] |
You know what I love? Old bid ladies. No, not like that. What I mean is no matter who you are, they're blissfully unaware of you being anything but a 'nice young person', and then they tell you to watch your language.
Context? Yeah, I'm getting there. I think I made friends with someone's grandmum today, and there you have the most exciting bit of my week. If anyone has a grandmother that smokes like a fucking chimney and can probably drink most of the world under a table, congratulations to you. You have quite possibly the most fuck-off amazing grandmother in the galaxy.
Oh, and the Magpies won on Saturday. How do you like that? I was chuffed. Well chuffed.
( Nora Alderton )
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| 29 September, 1979 |
[September the 29th, 2009] |
Nimbus really did a bang up job with their latest model. Yeah, yeah. I know. I already went on and on about that on the wireless, but I'm technically not supposed to brag about being one of the first to own one of these things while I'm endorsing. Anyway, I could write a full novel on it, but the short form is that it's a fucking work of art. And, Merlin, do I ever love my life.
( Morgan MacDougal )
By the way, Biggerstaff is a fucking brilliant surname, isn't it? I asked him if that was seriously his name when we were off the air, and he said, "Seriously, it is."
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| 22 September, 1979 |
[September the 22nd, 2009] |
( Morgan MacDougal )
I was told to write something about matches closer to when they happen. Yeah, sorry. Life got busy. Calm down, Ned. Next time I'll make sure to get on that.
Oy! Kamal, how's that chaser teammate of yours with the broken nose? All better? I wasn't aiming for his face, but he swerved right into that bludger. Good job the crowd loved it, yeah?
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| 8 September, 1979 |
[September the 8th, 2009] |
Capt. says that I need to stop mouthing off like a bleeding git on the pitch. I'm all right with that!
Now he's saying I need to stop mouthing off like a bleeding git OFF the pitch. Pain in my arse, but I can jive with that for here I am... Not mouthing off! Just writing. See how we MacDougals solve problems.
(Oh, come on. Like you wouldn't do the same.)
What else? We're stopped over in Kenmare for an upcoming match and there are loads of Irish around. I expect that's common in Ireland. Met a twin set out here, too. Two very friendly girls. I think I have a new favourite type of person in very friendly Irish twin girls. CHEERS, Kenmare! I am a fucking lifelong fan.
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