68 - How many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free

Qeus ca s'sup my nerd snizzles. Ha, how street am I? I'm almost tempted to go and buy some sneakers. [I think there just trainers with bigger tounges and different coloured laces.]

Wow oh wow did I have a fun day on my day off, not only can I not drink, which is, as you all know, the only reason I have days off, but on this occasion GF wanted to have a day out. "Somewhere different" was her inspiring destination specifications. Which I interepretated as: somewhere with shops that she hasn't been in yet, or that at least might have very different ranges from the same brand of stores back in Newcastle. You wanna guess where we ended up? Sunderland. Now, I know someone from Sunderland, so my expectations weren't high [I haven't been there in about 8-10 years] but fuck me, what a dump. It is like Newcastle if you go down the shit end and rewind the clock back 25 years. On one street they have 3 Greggs, 3!! And they all had queues!!! I'm not a snob but when your cities flagship store is either a Priceless Shoes or a TJ Hughes, you know you ain't living with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel air. How appropriate is this years SAFC shit sponser:-

Other than that cheerful adventure we tried a new pub for lunch, which turned out swizzer, came home and watched some movies. Fuck how boring is being sober, so onto the reveiws

Toy Story. I'm sorry but its not half as good as everyone is saying. It's good, but its predictable. It's nice, but I don't think it's as good as the first film. My opinion. I don't really care what you think. 7/10

I love you, man. OK, one of those comedies which tries its hardest to make you feel uncomfortable, and to make you squirm and riggle in your seat, and Paul Rudd especially succeeded.6/10

Now I'm back at work, all I've had to drink in 65 hours is one measley glass of wine. I'm not doing so good folks. Even my coffee doesn't taste right, and I'm busy again, I took this job to fuck about but its gone 5am and I've not stopped, cunts treat this place like a hotel. I've got about 20 mins before I have to start setting up breakfast before that crack "team" come in and crack on, and quite frankly I feel like I'm wasting it with you guys. Its a joke. I had a massive list of proper things I wanted to do tonight [create a new playlist for my phone; have cull of my Twitter follows; organise and file my emails] but I've got nothing done all night. Blogging was also on the list, but I promised myself it was gonna be a proper entry, I even had a plan, I was going to pick 3 random articles from this morning paper and discuss, them. How much fun would that have been? Yeah, not much. But I reckon I could have turned it into a weekly feature, then in about five years I'm on Newsnight, calling Paxman a proper cunt [which he is].

Tomorrow perhaps, after all, it is another day.

Tune. Ssshhh it's not even dawn yet, its far too early for The New Power Generation.

Trippin'

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