WHEN CIDER LOSES YOU MONEY

Bah, only went out for afew after work last night.

Of course I ended up smashed. Lost £60 out of my pockets some how which was a pisser as it was all I have. So I cried like a drunken jeremy kyle guest for a bit. I remeber leaving the pow and was walking home. Passing the old white swan (where incidentally I was working earlier that day fact fans) I got talking to some short polish guy. We figured out that we were both iin need of booze but were penniless. Full of cider and bravado I blagged us 2 pints at the Ivy House and I have some recollection of saying I will work there 3 nights a week. Then, like a tramp who has been on the high karate aftershave I walked home whilst trying to hitch up Park Lane. Surprisingly no one picked me up.

Saw PC in pow after work today. (This is when I sound all HolyMoly on your ass....) Seemingly Ian Brown had a massive arguement with Andy Rourke and everybody last night. Its all cool now but it was pretty ugly by all accounts. I didnt know Andy Rouke was playing for Ian Brown. Now Im even more excited, I fluffin loved the Smiths I tells thee.

Well, Im off to work in the ghlorious (looks so good with a 'h' dont it?) pow now. Im on a bar crawl tomorrow then..........drum roll....the mighty Mr Brown on Monday.

i

am

soooooooooo

excited