the year is nearly over. Meaningless tho that statement is... I hope 2012 works for you folk. And for me... jeez...
Pretty drunk. Pretty miserable. Pretty ugly. One out of four. Sorry Mo, at least I ain't ugly ugly...
Y'know, me and Billy Rubin we had a to-do. But over a few drinks them problems didn't seem so important. Live and let liver I say
Doctor's taken blood and amongst such diverse things he will be checking for are cholesterol and a fanatical devotion to the pope...
Train normally standing room only. Today only 1/3 full. Have I finally found a use for Christmas???
I is drunkerer than before but considerably lighter in pocket... The off licence beckons on way home methinks
I is drunk and it is Thursday afternoon. I rule. In a drunken way obviously
bed. tomorrow will be a different kind of day.
It is official. I am old. Why? Grey pubes? Dodgy hip? Nope. Christmas ToTP. Shite... A rackety load of collaborative bollocks.
My hangover says it's boxing day...