I was walking to work yesterday morning. It was sunny.I was thinking what would be the best way to make the man on the road work sign look like Gene Simmonds and write underneath it something along the lines of "crazy,crazy roadworks", I had Ian Browns Deep Pile Dreams on the ipod and I had just crossed over the crossroads on Park Lane/Brown Street;. Its fair to say I wasn't fully concentrating on walking. Then, it was like slow motion, I thought shit, Im sure Im falling over and sure enough I did. Flat on my face then somehow turned so I was on my back looking up at the sky. I quickly looked around to see who was laughing at me but the road was remarkably quiet. I'd only got one of those plastic bind things wrapped around my feet. I grazed my shoulder and knee and it proper hurts today.
I haven't fallen over for ages, I felt a right tit.
Drank a ridiculous amount of cheeky vimtos all around town and ended up in Preachers.I was abit rude really to Norm by telling him to let us in for free. He did but I was out of order demanding it, think I will go and apologise later. Dont remember a thing from when I was in there. Im fading fast now though.
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