The morning after the night before
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Engelbert Humperdinck Live in Streatham
Wow, that was a f*cking wild night out. Someone must have really decided to go crazy, and instead of Norseman which is the usual shit we drink, splashed out on some Stella instead. I can't remember much about what happened except I arrived home without my trousers, and I've been looking in the papers to see if they've got any details on our exploits. Nothing so far, but I did notice that the local paper had a short story on someone taking a dump at a bus stop. They've even got a picture of it, can you believe the stupid c*nt who did it left his trousers there. Still I have to say whoever it was has got taste...wears the same brand as me.
Anyway, what with my recovery time from that, and the fact I had to go to Synagogue today, I'm a bit late getting out and about and seeing what's going on. I did pop down to Tescos to see what kind of mess the mongs are making of it, and I was not impressed. Carts all over the place and some f*cking retard wandering around the car park dribbling on his vest smiling at old women. You know what they need to do with his sort. Shove "em in the Army and send 'em to Iraq, get a bit of action under their belts...never done me any harm and I've got the stories to prove it.
Anyway, my head's still spinning a bit from the can of Stella, I think I need to go and lie down.

Shalom