but i think anyone who ever reads this crap will know what's been going on. crazy times. penthouse, premier inn, the playground, at some point i found myself to be at a house and breaks night in a club and then not being allowed into the volks and then i was inside the fence that was round the bit of grass by the church being rescued from the mobile 'phone battery fuck up, more penthouse, loud noises have been involved. fell off a roundabout, can't do pull-ups, ball bearings, jagerbombs and line cleaning, sandwiches from the 24 hour shop by the hotel, lots of beer in glasses in fridges, going home at 6am and then 9am, mcmuffins, fat guppy's, bottle of vodka, vodka, penthouse, smoking, shellac. the dudes from uk subs are really nice but their fans suck, pink corky's is nice, vodka and malteser drink, lip gloss, good music, errors, yoga. i went to buy some jeans and i tried on the usual size, the one below that, the one below that..now only clothes from when i wasabout 19 fit me, how fucking crazy. babybel. good gigs, ipod madness, general madness. sometimes the bar feels like being in a zombie film, chipped rouge noir, candles and not knowing what to say. thank fuck for friends. welcome to the new world.