Just posting to let ppl know Dirk's still alive

"That's the least he could do," Dirk thought after Owen had sent an apology for
being a complete smeghead earlier. "If he's lucky, I just might go back there
sometime in the very distant future."
Ten minutes later Dirk was drinking a beer in Parrots. "Time is relative," he
said as he drank. The bar was pretty quiet. The Big Brother thing had settled
down for a bit, and no one was really watching. "I guess it's up to me to bring
some cheer to this place."
He walked onto the stage and picked up the guitar that he and Dren had stashed
there for just such occasions. "This one's an oldie but a goody." He began to
strum and sing lyrics to an old folk song his grandfather taught him. "Hey
Jude..." The crowd seemed pleased. So pleased that he did the whole
extra-long, no pauses what-so-ever, repeat the stanza because you forgot if you
already sang it, thirty-minute version.
When he was done with that song, Dirk asked the audience, "Since most of us plan
on being here all night, are there any requests? I can play anything as long as
it's from "Frampton Comes Alive." Just kidding folks. Put a dollarpound in the
jar and watch me play and listen to me sing."
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