5 September 2013

Thank god for tomorrow. Back to Nottingham for one night only, to eat Thai food with my favourite London lady and our mothers, then get very drunk on whatever I can get my hands on. I can't wait for hugs and kisses from my friends and family, it's been a very lonely week.

If anybody caught the overtly emotional writing I posted earlier in the week, I apologise. I'm not much of a poet, and drowning in sorrow quite clearly doesn't get you anywhere.


  1. You didn't even do rhymes you fucking nob

    1. Anonymous, you and me are gonna fall out.