Thursday, 1st August 2019.
I think I got past the first round of bills with a hundred pound to spare.
Well, maybe a little more but I bought the boys pizza last night.
And thirty quids worth of pot!
Heed the words of Freewheelin’ Franklin:
The Bouch finally arrived at about nine. He bought me a coffee so we will say no more about it.
I achieved quite a lot before he got here. Then I found out that the Guv is coming so we will now have to drag our heels a bit or we will end up with no work tomorrow.
Time for breakfast I think. They do a lovely pint of Heineken in here.
I sat on the Windsor and Eton until they announced they had no driver. I swapped to the Reading. Now my Cow lager has got warm. I fucking hate that!
Friday, 2nd August 2019.
I’ve been standing in the smoking area at Waterloo for twenty minutes. In that space of time I’ve seen 2 people fall flat on their faces. It must be a Friday thing. The first was a teenage girl falling out of the bus. Then a really fat bloke tripped, fell forward and rolled around, like a tortoise on its back, and tried to get back up.
I just watched. I could’ve helped, but I didn’t.
Admittedly, I am an annoying cunt.
All done. I’m in the Waterloo Sports Bar having a beaker of Camden lager. I’ve got a taste for it now.
It still freaks me out that it’s a pint!
I really should eat something.
To be honest, I feel like slitting my wrists.
The point of being alive is?………………