Aieeee!
2-5.
Well, I'll be honest, the boy Putters played a blinder. I really thought I might be able to pull it back at 2-4 on my serve. But when he pulled out that massive 2ft paddle I knew it was game over. Still, there's always next time.
Leevil, your baby's made it to 800 pages. Well done!
Oh, he's asleep.
YES! In your yellow f**cking face Bandage!! Sorry, sports bring out the worst in me. Nice one. My first game of online Ping Pong. I think I'll retire undefeated. All that exercise has taken it out of me. Gonna go out for a Bob Marley cigarette, "I may be some time". 'Night' if you're off. I may pop back in a bit.
Well, that's not very sporting. Yes, I'll be in work for some time.
*slumps into chair* Aaah, that's better. How long you in for?
Till I finish writing this schedule. Then I'm off. Ha! Take that, employer!
What sort of schedule? What d'you do? Anything exciting? Obviously not or you wouldn't be on here.
PM'd you. Like to preserve an air of Bandage mystery.
Cool. Back 'atcha.
Blue, for my sins.
The future looks good anyway. 
Night mate, I'm shattered (was up at six this/yesterday morning). Kick that schedules ass!
Yeah, me too. That schedule's toast. Word. Etc.
Later.
Much. Over and out.
Boobies.
Gazumbers, actually.
F**k the page break.